| Tryin' to crush 20 years of experience into a 2 track,
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| Convert to A-dat for them cats that do rap
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| Simplify, kiss the sky, rip the guy, props
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| Release sonic waves on local radio drops
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| In the midst of full sun eclipse I rain overcastin'
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| No shadow of doubt the family is o outlastin'
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| And roll of the tongue the flows fall in superior
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| Lakes of thought that separate it don’t stop.
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| Hook
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| (Macho)
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| 1976 introduced to the Boston bricks/
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| Where they learned to use tools like stones and sticks/
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| Graduated to clips/
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| Infatuated with hips/
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| From Black white to Rican/
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| Looking for the weekend/
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| I’m gon take each and every individual for a ride/
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| The party is more than live/
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| The Rats are bonafied to be the top notch body rockers/
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| Don Luke the newest beat dropper/
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| Chillin with Raphi the collar popper/
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| New Breed and propaganda/
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| All my nines worldwide let me see you throw your hands up/
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| I see my people dancing/
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| I feel them cause I understand them/
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| I know it’s hard in them urban boulevard where them suckas pull ya card and the
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| drama never seem to cease.
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| That’s why you gotta know love to know peace/
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| Me and props get them giggin in the streets/
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| Hook
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| I wrote it clean to go between the Christian and the secular
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| No rhyme compromise bet you never guessed it a
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| Style ambidextrous your writtin', left ya
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| Push play impress the, tape deck whatever
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| A while world endeavor that’s Youth watch in full every nation every tongue
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| To feel the heat from the Sun we comin'
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| With winds of change in back pack.
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| A well planed formula, betta yet an orchestra. |