| We’re servin' up fresh beats
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| For breakfast, lunch and dinner
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| Eat some of our beats
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| They’ll keep you warm all winter
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| I’m eatin' up them beats and going nom nom nom
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| I’m puttin' them in my tummy cause they’re yum yum yum
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| (party noise)
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| Alright, stop!
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| This is getting out of hand
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| There’s too many people in this band
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| It’s time for some band interviews
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| I have to fire some of you
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| My name’s Taboo
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| I’m the weird Mexican
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| I don’t recall ever letting you in
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| Walk me through your average day
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| And list the instruments that you play
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| I play no instruments per say
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| But I drop the beat and then say «Hey!»
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| When you say you «drop the beat»
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| You mean you drop it literally?
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| Uh, nah. |
| That’s the DJ’s job
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| I drop it figuratively
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| I also pace around the stage
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| And strike a menacing pose
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| On Saturdays, I do the shopping
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| And wash the band’s clothes
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| OK, apl.de.ap, what the hell do you do? |