| I got rhymes so def, and rhymes galore
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| Rhymes that you never even heard before
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| It’s like this y’all — it don’t stop
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| It’s the surrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre SHOT!
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| People want me rhymin must be out of they mind
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| They say I do it well and my rhymes are so fly
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| Gotta lot of bottom and my highs are so high
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| And when I tell 'em I don’t wanna they just wanna know why
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| With a boom ditty ditty with the ditty the drum
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| The kiddies lookin for me cause they lookin for Run
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| I’m all up in the city, but you know where I’m from…
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| The H to the O, double-L I S
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| I know the boom batter 'bout to shatter your chest
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| The beater leader heater 'bout to make you go numb
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| With a boom ditty ditty, ditty ditty, ditty ditty…
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| Boom ditty ditty with the ditty the drum
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| Boom boom ditty ditty boom ditty boom ditty ditty
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| Boom ditty ditty with the ditty the drum
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| The kiddies lookin for me cause they lookin for Run
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| Boom ditty ditty with the ditty the drum
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| Now I’m up and down the boule' and I’m fully aware
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| People lookin for me and they want me to care
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| They all up in my business and they thinkin it’s fair
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| Can’t a brother just retire, throw his mic in the air?
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| I pass it up to Diddy and the kiddies to come
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| My mic up in the kitty, no more rhymin for Run
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| Like a b-boy bangin slangin son of a gun
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| A gold chain hangin, no more bangin for Run
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| Boom swagger top bragger battle badder for me
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| Y’all beg a top batter make a fatter LP
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| The Rev’ll never do it 'less I do it for delf
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| I gotta let’cha have it, go and manager yourself
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| Your army can’t harm me, it ain’t good for your health
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| So it’s best y’all pass it on and put the mic on the shelf
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| With a
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| Rhymin for my momma and the drama to come
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| Rhymin for Bambaataa and I’m rhymin for Run
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| Rhymin for my people up and under the gun
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| And when I’m rhymin for the money people know that it’s
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| Done… done… done… done… DONE! |