| Turn the beat up, I get lost in the mind come across
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| the rhyme kick my feet up, then I find myself in time
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| I was on a train, destination Marley Marl’s domain
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| I entertained things’ll never be the same
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| DJ’s are conveyed if the label OK it Teddy Ted and Special K was the first ones to play it On the radio, with the crazy flow
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| I pay dues until it pays me dough to do a show
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| When I’m at the helm I cover the whole realm
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| In control and leave your soul overwhelmed
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| Another influence of beats and instruments
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| Lyrics make it intricate and elements are tense
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| When you was playin Pac Man it was the jams I packed
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| Peeps would swarm when I was perform in, black I’m all that
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| Back before they turned hip-hop to rap
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| It always a place to party at, remember that?
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| I remember the spots that used to be hot
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| Just like the roof top, a place that only few can rock
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| on a wild ass block, yeah you find me there a lot
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| Until you hear gunshots, that’s when the fun stops
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| Here come the cops, time to go home, get in order
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| Cause I’ll be back in Manhattan if somethings happenin at the Latin Quarter
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| House of havoc when it came to fourteen carat
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| And if you had it yeah kids’d try to grab it It’s cool at the Red Parrot we was doin it there
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| I was the first one to rip it at the Union Square
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| Me and DJ Red Alert did work
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| A crazy concert, a lot of kids got hurt
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| I did encores at the Encore, they wanted more
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| I kicked a freestyle til I heard the crowd roar
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| Like the Funhouse, Bronx Center never endin black
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| Place to be was the Brooklyn Armory, remember that?
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| Remember that? |
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| Open the door, let the crowds in, over twenty thousand
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| Wildin music’s loud and microphone’s growlin
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| Tickets are sold out, parties is packed and on tour
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| rippin basketball arenas back then
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| Even afterparties, posses of players and hotties
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| Everybody was Gotti, spreadin bucks like shotties
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| Spendin cash, to make a good time last
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| Thoughts that I had give me a blast of the past
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| Memories of unforgettable times on my mind
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| Dollar signs and melodies and incredible rhymes
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| The people I met, and the sets that got wrecked
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| All the mics I checked, most of all life’s effects
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| And peace to all the people I grew up around
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| in the streets back when beats had a rougher sound
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| I used to be wild me and my crew sit back and we smile
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| Keep piles of pictures filed in case I go senile
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| Cause some things are just too good to be forgot
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| Like your neighborhood block or your favorite spot
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| Certain records always seem to make me reminisce
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| And when it hits, and then it clicks, remember this
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| My life flashed before me I’m there from the sounds
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| I hear pinpoint the year, it’s perfectly clear
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| I like the way it went down and alla that, in fact
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| It mean a lot, cause you can’t bring it back, remember that
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| Remember that? |
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