| Shake it
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| Yeah
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| We agitate it
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| Yeah
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| We bump and break it
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| Yeah
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| We finna take it
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| Hey now we gon'
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| Work it
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| Yeah
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| We jam the circuit
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| Yeah
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| We got the verdict
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| Yeah
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| It’s fuck they circus
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| Electromagnetic with a bomb aesthetic
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| But we ain’t breaded edit: got no credit
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| Listen real close to my phonetics:
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| The monster is awoke and I hope you fed it
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| If this your first time here, raise your hand
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| If the police come, hide the contraband
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| We all leave in a box and a long sedan
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| How you want your name read by the anchorman?
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| Drop the hips; |
| apocalypse
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| We ho’in out here cuz they got the chips
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| Like «Put it anywhere, but not the lips!»
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| Takeover, let’s plot the shit
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| Shut 'em down- close the books
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| Them dudes in the boardroom- those is crooks
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| Take it to the street- bows and hooks
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| If you stop they money, they froze and shook
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| I’m a rap bandit- muthafucka, dabnabit!
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| And we been backhanded all across the Atlantic
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| And we finna start static all across the damn planet
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| Make they ass crap granite while we change the mathematics
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| I guess you all wonder why I called this meeting
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| Paycheck cut can’t stop the bleeding
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| Sharks are feeding, we ain’t eating
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| No more pleading, time for stampeding |