| Testing — one — two
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| Testing — one — two
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| The house is now on fire
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| Spread the walls ya’ll
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| Everybody get somebody we don’t want anybody let fuck nobody
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| Cause you know what time it is
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| It’s time to get busy
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| And when it’s time to get busy
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| You know what you gotta do
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| Raise the roof because it’s all on fire
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| Not done by the sun or electrical wire
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| Not done by sons striking matches with daughters
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| But done by scratches so save that water
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| This jam is packed so I just figure
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| All we need is the house to get bigger
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| So startin' with the roof down to the base
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| We’re at your service to burn the place
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| Come on
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| Come on
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| Come on Raise the roof
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| That’s right
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| Raise the roof
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| Come on
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| With the spot as hot as it can get
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| And the roof’s on fire, you’re soakin' wet
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| The puzzle on your face shows as you sweat
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| But your body keeps movin' with no regret
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| Chandeliers shake, swing from front to back
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| Left to right all night, and the lights don’t crack
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| Your mind’s on the time, hopin' it don’t end
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| 'Cause it’s time to get stupid, here we go again
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| Come on
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| Come on
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| Come on Raise the roof
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| That’s right
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| Raise the roof
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| Come on
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| Stare at the strobe, pull your earlobe
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| For the sights and sounds clear across the globe
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| This jam might hit or miss the charts
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| But the style gets wild as state of the art
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| Dazzling in science, bold in nerve
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| But givin' my house what it deserves
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| Served on the floor 'cause I got paid
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| Make the fans that left, wished they had’a stayed
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| Realize my friend, ain’t this a trip
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| As your body gets railed when you do the flip
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| And your mind gets rocked when we’re on the roll
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| Then the freak of the week makes you lose control
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| A Swatch for a watch, so you’ll know the time
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| Your crowd gets loud and you clock my rhyme
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| The messiah’s on fire and I’m living proof
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| I’ll quench your desire and raise your roof
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| Come on
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| Come on
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| Come on Raise the roof
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| That’s right
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| Raise the roof
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| Come on
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| In school I’m cool throughout the week
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| When the weekend comes, I’m down with the Greeks
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| Frat brothers known across the seven seas
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| Fly ladies of the 80's, sororities
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| The Zetas, Deltas, the AKA’s
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| Women that keep me in a daze
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| The A Phi A, Sigma boys on the move
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| With the Kappas and the Ques and of course the Grooves
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| And for real it’s the deal and the actual fact
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| It takes a nation of millions to hold me back
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| Rejected and accepted as a communist
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| Claimin' fame to my name as a terrorist
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| Makin' money in corners that you’ll never see
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| Dodgin' judges and the lawyers and the third degree
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| Nothin' wrong with a song to make the strong survive
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| Realize gave me five cause I kept 'em alive
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| Mislead what you read about my devilish deeds
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| Mislead what I said so you’re better off dead
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| Make 'em hear it and see it for the deaf and blind
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| And command it and we’ll plan it for incapable minds
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| Take for granted and demand it from the wave of my hand
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| Make the jealous understand it and just say damn
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| When they see me ask a question, «How can it be?»
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| When they watch me pull a serpent straight from out of the sea
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| Turn the winter into summer, then from hot to cold
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| Expand my power on the hour, make you all behold
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| From the slammer swing a hammer like the mighty Thor
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| God of thunder, you’ll go under, then you’ll all applaud
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| And fathom that distance, the mad must reap
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| Meet Namor sea lord, Prince of the deep
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| Here for you to fear at any cost
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| Tellin' you to get busy or you better get lost
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| Livin' lives civilized from the lessons I taught
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| Cities buried underground just because I went off
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| My friends, enemies, better be my friend
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| Is question people guessin' is this the end?
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| End of the world, are you guessin' yes?
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| Just say don’t delay it, get it off your chest
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| Houses of crack, I’ve seen too much
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| I go ready, aim, fire, then I’ll blow 'em up |