| Rock on, to the break of dawn
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| Freak on to the early morn
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| Khadafi and Sue-kwon, you got it goin on
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| To my man Big Shawn, you got it goin on, now, yo
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| You got The Roots in the house
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| We also got Bahamadia in the house, representin lovely
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| With you ears now proceed
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| It’s flavor you wouldn’t believe as we proceed
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| I shall… proceed… and continue… to rock the mic (2X)
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| Verse One: Malik B
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| Let’s, kill all the small talk, and just elaborate
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| The Roots collaborate I see myself as rather great
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| How the words generate, whole crews disintergrate
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| When I pentrate
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| As if in the course flow with intensive force
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| You best to go and check your source about my textual course
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| Simplicity, it sounds complex, you might miss it
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| But after you critique it you can kiss it
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| I’m assissting fire force that leaves statistics
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| When identify niggaz simplify you’ll feel no sympathi
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| My lyrics send you on a permanent excursion
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| I never would decide when your lifespan was submergin
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| My style is urban not surburban when I’m splurgin
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| Gosh these MC’s I wash more than detergent
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| I can split the Red Sea but deadly
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| Take heed, illadelph style as I proceed
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| Verse Two: Bahamadia
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| Bahamadia hits the melodies mellowly
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| Brand new, funk doobie, choosy with the tactics
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| When I gets Raw, like Dice, nice
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| With the flavor, Do You Want More!!! |