| don’t drop the beat on me don’t drop the beat no ah
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| i am not the son of sha-klak klak
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| i am before that
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| i am before
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| i am before before before death is eternity after death is eternity
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| there is no death there’s only eternity
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| and i be riding on the wings of eternity like
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| CLA CLA CLA SHA KLACK KLACK
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| GET ME THE FUCK OFF THIS TRACK
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| as if the heart beat wasn’t enough
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| they got us using drum machines now
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| the hums of the machines
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| tryin to make our drums humdrums
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| tryin to ??? |
| our magic
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| insturments be political prisioners up inside computers
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| as if the heart were not enough
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| as if the heart were not enough
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| and as heart beats bring percussions
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| fallen trees bring reprocussions
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| citys play upon our souls like broken drums
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| redrum the essence of creation from city slums
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| but city slums mute our drums and our drums become humdrums
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| cuz city slums have never been where our drums are from
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| just the place where our daughters and sons become
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| offbeat heartbeats
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| slaves to city streets
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| and hearts get broken and heartbeats stop
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| broken heartbeats become breakbeats for niggas to rhyme on top, but.
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| i won’t rhyme on top no tracks
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| niggas on a chain gang used to do that (Huh) way back
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| i won’t rhyme over tracks
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| niggas on a chain gang used to do that (Huh) way back
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| don’t drop the beat no don’t drop the beat noooo
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| not untill you’ve listen to Rakim on a rocky mountain top
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| have you heard hip hop
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| extract the urban element which created it and let a open wide country side illustrate it riding in a freight train
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| in the freezing rain
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| listening to Coltrane
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| my reality went insane
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| and i think i saw Jesus
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| he was playing hopscotch with Betty Carter
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| who was cursing him out
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| in a scat-like gibberish for not saying 'butterfingers'
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| and my fingers run through grains of sand
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| like seeds of time
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| the pains of man
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| the frames of mind
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| which built these frames
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| which is the structure of my urban superstructure
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| the trains and planes can corrupt and obstruct your planes of thought
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| so you that forget how to walk through the woods
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| which ain’t good cuz you ain’t never walked through the trees
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| listenin’to nobody beats the biz and you ain’t never heard hip hop
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| and you must stop that damn track from going…
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| please don’t drop the beat
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| don’t drop the beat nooo
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| and…
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| i will not rhyme on tracks
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| niggas on a chain gang used to that (huh) way back
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| don’t drop the beat noooo
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| don’t drop the beat no don’t drop the beat no don’t drop the beat
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| …heartbeat
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| my heartbeat
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| goes on and on and on…
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| yeah |