| Cause when I put rhymes in they minds yo
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| For all y’all folks who were hopin and wishin
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| And I can assault, tryin’a take my position
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| Stop wishin, and sit yourself back and listen to
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| A’yo, cause when I put rhymes in they minds yo
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| For all y’all folks who were hopin and wishin
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| And I can assault, tryin’a take my position
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| Stop wishin, and sit your ass back
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| A’yo when I say pump that, y’all say shit up
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| Pump that! |
| (Shit up)
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| Pump that! |
| (Shit up)
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| When I say stand up, y’all say get up
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| Stand up! |
| (Get Up)
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| Stand up! |
| (Get Up)
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| When I say rise up, y’all say now
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| Rise up! |
| (Now)
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| Rise up! |
| (Now)
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| When I say lick a shot, say blaow
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| Lick a shot! |
| (blaow)
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| Lick a shot! |
| (blaow)
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| A’yo everybody on they jawns
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| Cartoons is hardcore porn
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| It ain’t no afterschool paper routes, mowin lawns
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| Kids got backpacks full of yayo and heron
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| Coming to school shootin up the auditorium
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| Yo it’s anthrax maniacs on the TV
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| The least of y’all worries should be Thought’s cd
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| The chairman of the board coppin twice weekly
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| They done caught the minister with a pork BLT
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| If my shit ain’t hot, it probly try to drive me
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| Psyhce, its somethin I can never let myself see
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| Can’t see, I’m thorough-bread, nothin fancy
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| The maker, no matter what the circumstance be
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| Its the principle, pillowcase full of nickel
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| Smacked like I’m (??), leave him crippled
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| Keep talkin greasey I’mma big lip you
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| A’yo your man’ll can get slid with you
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| You and the squad takin to galoshes
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| I hold the engineer for hostage
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| And spit from a dirty cartridge
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| Its L for whoever try to front on Thought’s shit
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| I’m sendin them goons to your mom’s apartment
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| A’yo when I say pump that, y’all say shit up
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| Pump that! |
| (Shit up)
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| Pump that! |
| (Shit up)
|
| When I say stand up, y’all say get up
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| Stand up! |
| (Get Up)
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| Stand up! |
| (Get Up)
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| When I say rise up, y’all say now
|
| Rise up! |
| (Now)
|
| Rise up! |
| (Now)
|
| When I say lick a shot, say blaow
|
| Lick a shot! |
| (blaow)
|
| Lick a shot! |
| (blaow)
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| A’yo I’m dancin, on the edge of insanity
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| And rhymin like its the end of humanity
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| Still people from the old neighborhood can’t stand to see me
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| Turn around and tell girls we like family
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| What up with all that, jokin, and collamity
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| Behind the laughter they thinkin about jammin me
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| But they don’t know, I got somethin for them
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| But I ain’t with that negative vibe, so fuck all that
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| I’ve earned alot from this game, and sacrificed more
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| Stand here a new man, but I’m still the old boy
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| They claimin they sell but I’m still the old boss
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| Sometimes wings get clipped, we all hit the floor
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| But today though, its Black Thought, Kweli and Raw
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| You can be sure that we got our eyes on y’all
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| Watchin different artists rise and fall
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| Mother fuckers jumpin ship like we came to rob at y’all
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| A’yo when I say pump that, y’all say shit up
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| Pump that! |
| (Shit up)
|
| Pump that! |
| (Shit up)
|
| When I say stand up, y’all say get up
|
| Stand up! |
| (Get Up)
|
| Stand up! |
| (Get Up)
|
| When I say rise up, y’all say now
|
| Rise up! |
| (Now)
|
| Rise up! |
| (Now)
|
| When I say lick a shot, say blaow
|
| Lick a shot! |
| (blaow)
|
| Lick a shot! |
| (blaow)
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| Kweli, sittin back in the cut like Reese
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| In a constant peace, call me fantastic like I cut the grease
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| Baracudas movin and canoein sippin amaretto
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| I’m a ruler of my temple, what I do to instrumentals
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| Instrumentals is the development of these niggas mentals
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| Tears in your eyes like this moment is sentimental
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| Your fundamentally floored, philosophically bored
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| Disturbed like the eighth floor of your hospital ward
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| You’ve GOT to appoint niggas to raise the bar
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| Muslims praise Allah, Christians pray to God
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| Rastas, they say Jah
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| They find a way to rhyme with the pallet like fine wine
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| And make you say ahhh
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| Guess who’s back?
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| The game needed improvement
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| Can’t fit the bullshit no more, you sound stupid
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| I’m a shark in the water with constant movement
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| Influenced by music since a truant yo
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| This is how we do it yo
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| A’yo when I say pump that, y’all say shit up
|
| Pump that! |
| (Shit up)
|
| Pump that! |
| (Shit up)
|
| When I say stand up, y’all say get up
|
| Stand up! |
| (Get Up)
|
| Stand up! |
| (Get Up)
|
| When I say rise up, y’all say now
|
| Rise up! |
| (Now)
|
| Rise up! |
| (Now)
|
| When I say lick a shot, say blaow
|
| Lick a shot! |
| (blaow)
|
| Lick a shot! |
| (blaow)
|
| A’yo when I say pump that, y’all say shit up
|
| Pump that! |
| (Shit up)
|
| Pump that! |
| (Shit up)
|
| When I say stand up, y’all say get up
|
| Stand up! |
| (Get Up)
|
| Stand up! |
| (Get Up)
|
| When I say rise up, y’all say now
|
| Rise up! |
| (Now)
|
| Rise up! |
| (Now)
|
| When I say lick a shot, say blaow
|
| Lick a shot! |
| (blaow)
|
| Lick a shot! |
| (blaow) |