| Yes — the rhythm, the rebel
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| Without a pause — I’m lowering my level
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| The hard rhymer — where you never been I’m in You want stylin'- you know it’s time again
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| D the enemy — tellin you to hear it They praised the music — this time they play the lyrics
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| Some say no to the album, the show
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| Bum rush the sound I made a year ago
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| I guess you know — you guess I’m just a radical
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| Not a sabbatical — yes to make it critical
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| The only part your body should be parting to Panther power on the hour from the rebel to you
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| Radio — suckers never play me On the mix — just O.K. |
| me Now known and grown when they’re clocking my zone it’s known
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| Snakin’and takin’everything that a brother owns
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| Hard — my calling card
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| Recorded and orderd — supporter of Chesimard
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| Loud and proud kickin’live next poet supreme
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| Loop a troop, bazooka, the scheme
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| Flavor — a rebel in his own mind
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| Supporter of my rhyme
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| Designed to scatter a line of suckers who claim I do crime
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| Terminator X From a rebel it’s final on black vinyl
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| Soul, rock and roll comin’like a rhino
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| Tables turn — suckers burn to learn
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| They can’t dis-able the power of my label
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| Def Jam — tells you who I am The enemy’s public — they really give a damn
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| Strong Island — where I got 'em wild and
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| That’s the reason they’re claimin’that I’m violent
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| Never silent — no dope gettin’dumb nope
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| Claimin’where we get our rhythm from
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| Number one — we hit ya and we give ya some
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| No gun — and still never on the run
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| You wanna be an S.1 — Griff will tell you when
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| And then you’ll come — you’ll know what time it is Impeach the president — pullin’out the ray-gun
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| Zap the next one — I could be you’re Sho-gun
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| Suckers — don’t last a minute
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| Soft and smooth — I ain’t with it Hardcore — rawbone like a razor
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| I’m like a lazer — I just won’t graze ya Old enough to raise ya — so this will faze ya Get it right boy and maybe I will praise ya Playin’the role I got soul too
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| Voice my opinion with volume
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| Smooth — no what I am Rough — cause I’m the man
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| No matter what the name — we’re all the same
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| Pieces in one big chess game
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| Yeah — the voice of power
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| Is in the house — go take a shower boy
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| P.E. |
| a group, a crew — not singular
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| We were black Wranglers
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| We’re rap stranglers
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| You can’t angle us — I know you’re listenin'
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| I caught you pissin’in you’re pants
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| You’re scared of us dissin’us
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| The crowd is missin’us
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| We’re on a mission boy
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| Terminator X Attitude — when I’m on fire
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| Juice on the loose — electric wire
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| Simple and plain — give me the lane
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| I’ll throw it down your throat like Barkley
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| See the car keys — you’ll never get these
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| They belong to the 98 posse
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| You want some more son — you wanna get some
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| Rush the door on a store — pick up the album
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| You know the rhythm, the rhyme plus the beat is designed
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| So I can enter your mind — Boys
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| Bring the noise — my time
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| Step aside for the flex — Terminator X |