| Yo follow my lead. |
| All I need is four lines/
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| To make the crew’s heads nod before I pass it to you/
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| I be laughin' at dudes who be thinkin' they can move me/
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| Smooth, we quick on the draw/
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| Puttin' down what we spit with no flaw/
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| Shoulda hit record after those couple of lines/
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| Wordsworth, Tunnel Rats, same track both coasts are combined/
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| Rhymes a dozen a dime customers jumpin' in line/
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| Album covers in mind, everybody got somethin' to sign/
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| Man, I feel the clock tickin'. |
| It’s got my block trippin'/
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| There’s no thrill in start whishing/
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| Unless the man can listen to fact and fiction/
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| And envision grandchildren. |
| Living right/
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| Given sight by the risen light. |
| We dippin'/
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| It always comes back to the element of surprise/
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| Number one in the clutch is relevant 'cuz time flies/
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| On the run I rip it up. |
| Will never quit/
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| I realize the reasons why my foot’s in the door/
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| But I still want more/
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| Oh-oh, there they go, live in stereo/
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| Hear them everywhere you go — it goes down/
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| From the front to back crowd is always packed/
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| Live no matter where you at — it goes down /
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| Oh-oh, there they go, live in stereo/
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| Hear them everywhere you go — it goes down/
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| From the front to back crowd is always packed/
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| Live no matter where you at — it goes down /
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| Career wise you don’t wanna battle on air live/
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| A mere tie. |
| You flee when you hear that I’m nearby/
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| Dare try. |
| You run so fast in fear, scared that the tears you cried/
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| And sweat that what you did won’t air dry/
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| Wordsworth, I’m the type you like and the level I’m on/
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| You can’t even adjust the mic my height/
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| And you claim people love you (they don’t)/
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| But you ain’t highly spoken of, it’s just people are high when they’re speakin'
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| of you/
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| This is how it’s supposed to sound when you get around real M.C.
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| 's puttin' it down/
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| I’ve found that too many of the other brothers are up in the dark/
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| Man, it’s all about heart. |
| That’s why we’re up in the dark when the mic
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| sessions start/
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| Life lessons mark the dawning of a whole new age. |
| On wax, on stage/
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| Either way, you’ll remember the day. |
| From Brooklyn to L.A. /
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| Oh-oh, there they go, live in stereo/
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| Hear them everywhere you go — it goes down/
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| From the front to back crowd is always packed/
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| Live no matter where you at — it goes down /
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| Oh-oh, there they go, live in stereo/
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| Hear them everywhere you go — it goes down/
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| From the front to back crowd is always packed/
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| Live no matter where you at — it goes down /
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| Gone and reachin' each state across the region/
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| This is where the losses begin/
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| Had an office meetin, your boss is beefin/
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| Cuz I’m the reason your corpse had to divorce its breathin/
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| With just a basic kick and snare like there/
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| I’m gonna walk in casually and maybe that’ll be fair/
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| But I swear, if anyone dares to go on after us there/
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| They probably scared. |
| They practically stare/
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| They know they unprepared/
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| My freestyles seems to show how quick I spit/
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| My freestyles help me think of lines quick for chicks/
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| It’s common courtesy to bow/
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| Respond verbally — how/
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| I’ve always been better, it ain’t occurred to me now/
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| Great minds think alike and you don’t have a mind such as mine/
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| So it’s obvious you ain’t thinking right/
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| Tunnel Rats and Words, you heard a thousand artists/
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| But we here now, so it’s goin' down regardless/
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| Oh-oh, there they go, live in stereo/
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| Hear them everywhere you go — it goes down/
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| From the front to back crowd is always packed/
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| Live no matter where you at — it goes down /
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| Oh-oh, there they go, live in stereo/
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| Hear them everywhere you go — it goes down/
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| From the front to back crowd is always packed/
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| Live no matter where you at — it goes down / |