| You go ooh and ahh when I jump in my car
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| People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar
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| When I’m up to par, no matter who you are
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| I betcha go hip hop, hurray or hurrah
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| But the ahhs and ohhs is my kind of news
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| Pop your tape in, put your car in cruise
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| I never heard the boos, I never drank booze
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| Cause I just rock the rhythm, left alone the blues
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| The L.I. |
| mystique, You sneak to peek
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| A look and then you know that we’re never weak
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| I know you can’t wait, it’s never too late
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| No fear I’m here, and everything is straight
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| Cycles, cycles, life runs in cycles
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| New is old, no I’m not no psycho
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| The monkey on the back makes the best excel
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| The people in the crowd makes the rock well
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| The people in the back lets you know who’s whack
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| And those who lack, the odds are stacked
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| The one who makes the money is white not black
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| You might not believe it but it’s like that
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| When you come to my show, watch me throw
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| Down with the other brothers toe to toe
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| When you make a move, new not used
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| And watch the bro here just bust a groove
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| A fat lady soprano, loads my ammo
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| And hear my jam, with a funky piano
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| Easy on the wall but hard on the panel
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| A fool smokes Kools cause he chokes on Camels
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| In effect, the crew’s in check
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| Run by the posse with the gold around the neck
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| Homeboys in heat, lookin’for sweet
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| Ladies in the crowd so they can meet
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| Somebody to body, makin’a baby
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| Givin’it to grandma then makin’her crazy
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| I’m a MC protector, U.S. defector
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| South African government wrecker
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| Panther power, you can feel it in my arm
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| Lookout y’all cause I’m a timebomb
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| Tickin', tockin', all about rockin'
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| makin’much dollars while the crazy one’s clockin'
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| The rhythm, to shake the house downy down
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| Bounce to the ounce, sound so crown
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| The man, the enemy, Public King, no All fall to the force of my swing
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| Like Ali, Frazier, Thriller in Manila
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| A pinpoint point blank microphone killer am I No need to lie, got the Flavor Flave
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| To prove ill win and if not the save
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| I’ll pick up, rack up — put your whole shack up Just choose to lose the bet, emcee stick up This is the wiz, but the mike’s not his, it’s mine
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| One time let the star shine
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| And I’m tellin’you, yelling at you you’re through
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| Don’t think you’re grown because your moustache grew
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| I’m number one, you know it weighs a ton
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| And I’ll be the burger, you can be the bun, girl
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| Surroundin', my steady poundin'
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| Get, get on down to my funky sound
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| And rock the rhythm rhyme, one time your mind
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| Rhythm roll, two times control,
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| the mauler and the caller of your doom
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| And when I’m ready to leave, you’re gonna know I go boom
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| Three times y’all, rhythm rhyme and rock
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| Then you’ll that the D is on the block
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| Four times y’all and never ever the whack
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| It’s the hour to the minute, time to blow BLACK |