| Hold it, I take a beat and like fold it
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| Put the lyrics together and then mold it
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| All together, it adds up to dopeness
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| So, I’m just hopin' you can cope with
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| Another sample of dope, known as a masterpiece
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| I lay it on the table, and start the feast
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| Mmmm, start eatin' it up
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| While my DJ Chris starts beatin' it up
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| As the beat goes on, and on, in the distance, wrong
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| Nothin' but the bass, just hittin' ya
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| And the style of music is fittin' ya
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| Stezo, the one who conducted it
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| Down in the basement, I construct it
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| Let me pause, and clear my throat with Halls
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| Back to the subject bein' born
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| Yo Chris, and Jim Slice, bring the horns
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| Stoppin' your step, one more step, you won’t be steppin'
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| Then you’re gonna cause me, to pull the weapon
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| But now i’m back to attack all enemies
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| And any sucka, who’s not a friend of me
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| So just remember the thought that i’m thinkin'
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| Yo Chris, what’s this beat (Yo, this beat is beat is stinkin')
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| Nothin' but the bass, in your face
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| On your case, drivin' you in a disgrace
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| To match the blastin' MC’s |
| There ain’t another rapper who can mess with these
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| Rhymes, they flow on, they flow on
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| Take a needle and thread and start to sew on
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| Bashin' and smashin' MC’s who like roll up
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| Pull out the toolie, i’m foolies, and like hold up
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| Leavin' you rappers in rips and torns
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| And lay back while my DJ Chris
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| Brings the horns
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| Pause, for the cause, and let me run it
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| Man, I heard you whisper and now you done done it
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| The title, that I hold is much higher
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| Tearin' MC’s up just like a paper fire
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| Rushin' em, and i’m flushin' em, down a toilet
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| No matter what you do, you still can’t spoil it
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| 'Cause i’m the member of the rap industry
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| And the tracks, and the mix, and Paul C
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| Cuttin' it up on the turns is Chris Cosby
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| And all DJ’s, that his job, see
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| I’m just inventin' the style that is awesome
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| And if you come my way, I like toss 'em
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| I ain’t havin' it cheif, so step naught
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| I put you in place, and the place if fought
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| Can’t be touched, 'cause my mic is like a thorn
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| Peace to the brothers, bringin' the horns |