| Deflate cuz i was gassed
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| Head over heals in love with the electric drums
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| And spoken vocals which was the joke of locals
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| And laughing stock of my rock and roll ass town
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| But the rhythmic acupuncture pierced my skin
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| Pinning the butterflies to my stomach
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| Which would flutter everytime i heard the (beatboxing)
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| More than the (beatboxing)
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| I was no devil worshiper
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| Higher level interpreter
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| I refuse to lose focus and recite satanic verses
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| With curses
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| Drug induced worst i know they were saying
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| Kill your mother cuz it paid them well
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| Yet it my flashback i see the foreshadow
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| Ironic twist my first purchase was a hip hop record
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| Called raising hell
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| I should have run when i had the chance but dmc’s
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| Made be wanna breakdance, made me wanna spin vinyl,
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| Made me wanna graph right, made me want to not act white
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| And not to perpetuate any stereotype but
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| I was not about the mullet icehockey haircut
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| You know the mullet, short on top for the fellas
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| Long in back for the ladies, yea!
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| I was not about stonewash nuthuggies with the french
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| Rolls on the bottom so tight that it turned my toes purple
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| Nor was i about the ripped jean jacket with the megadeath,
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| Metallic, and slayer patch
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| I had an internal itch for the (beatboxing) and never
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| Could i get with guitar riff, guitar riff,
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| I had wild style wars, i rented (blue) street every week
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| As i rocked steady wearing out the play rewind and slow mo
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| Buttons on my vcr
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| I did the pause-play, pause-play, pause-play, pause-play
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| All day forcing my wage comprehension of inner city invention for me
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| Was in the expression which would eventually win the exception
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| (what exception) those around me couldn’t give me affection
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| But i played and paid that video attention till i eventually i
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| Completely bit the (beatboxing)
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| And found my new religion, born again b-boy, born to destroy
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| Decoys and be the real mccoy, yea boy!
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| I wore the clock so you could know the time
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| Chuck d told me to keep a sober mind, and even though his
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| Sidekick liked the flavor of booze, i swear to god
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| Hip hop was about being drug free
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| I swear to god hip hop is about the upliftment of humanity
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| And i swear to god hip hop was what rock was not was what bach
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| Was not was not pop, (pop! pshhhh)
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| Guess i was gassed!, see i remember when dr. |
| dre use to express
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| Himself about hating the chronic, a few years later he’s
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| Endorsing it while drinking gin and tonic
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| Suburbanites that blast mace learn their mad face from onyx
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| It was a rat race the first to properly use ebonics
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| Dynamite like jj, but it was a fad like super sonic
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| Hip hop flipped from being artistic to a pop hit
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| Mainstream took control and we cannot stop it
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| Its a black art, being manipulated by white controllers
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| Just like rock and roll is … we took the (beatboxing)
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| We took the (beatboxing) … |