| Step it up and get with it
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| Step it up and get with it
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| Step it up and get with it
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| Step it up and get with it
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| Yo, I’m on my drows, on my P’s and Q’s and
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| Follow my nose to that pot of gold
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| Leprechauns cry when I roll
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| Follow the leader
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| Got a lot of hotter knowledge to lead you
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| Leave your brain
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| Stimulating with diabolical features
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| Leeches cower in my presence
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| My essence is raw
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| Power leader
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| Microphone is taken system seeing
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| Chalk powder
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| I walk louder, cut even harder
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| And spark ciggas stop
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| Captain universal
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| Moves when you star grippa
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| Dark flipper, you metta
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| I mastered my art
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| Quicker, cause I’m sharp
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| With the tip of my tongue
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| And I walk slicker
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| I make it happen, I, I make it happen
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| I do this in my sleep, wrote this while I was napping
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| Yeah, that nappy, wipe the drool off your face
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| And get a map, and when you reach the top of the hill
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| Contact me for action, that’s all I’m asking
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| I’m doing this for my family that had my back
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| Way back before I lost my sanity
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| I’m on my job, on my job
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| Headed towards a mob of so-called artists
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| Pretendin' that they got bars
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| I got bars like jungle gyms, structures in no parks
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| Got bars like cellular factories, fully charged
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| Got bars like a earth, god, blades of grass and they heard
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| Keep it sharp, Eye on me whether it’s light or dark
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| Our side, I’m outside, I grew up on the south side
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| Mouth dry, ribs touching, spitting my heart out
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| Playin' my part out, blah blah blah
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| And I don’t need no pity party with the «ha ha ha"'s
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| We trying to run it down screaming «Oh La La La"s
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| Hello, I’m on a L-O, yeah «da da ah»
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| Got a reputation to uphold, it’s on my shoulders
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| As I step and break cracks in the mould
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| And throw boulders, knock pylons over all of you and your colleagues
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| The blogs bleed, see you on the other side
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| Godspeed
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| Let’s go |