| This jam I created will leave you devastated
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| And when I’m finished rockin you will appreciate it
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| The structure of this rhyme will reign supreme
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| To have a cut like this is a MC’s dream
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| You first heard this cut, you thought it was irreceptible
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| Now you’re groovin to it, that makes it acceptable
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| Party people, listen to my word
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| The note on the door said 'do not disturb'
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| While I create the jam to take you little bit higher
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| Don’t get close, this cut is on fire
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| Causin' much damage like a nuclear war
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| You know what time it is, I’m always reachin for more
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| To turn the party out my rhymes are always suitable
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| Considered very healthy like a sauna, therapeutical
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| Owner of the mic, yeah, L-o-c
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| Never spent a day in college, got many degrees
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| Not fully educated but dedicated
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| Until this jam I was extremely underrated
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| Now I’m rockin parties from sea to sea
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| Talkin 'bout everything from a to z
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| Some say my style is laxadasical
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| Now you hear the music and you say, «That's the way to go»
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| A show, a gig, it has signs to picket
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| Now I’m rockin stronger and you want free tickets
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| You once-a-month rapper, you’re weak and you’ve shown it
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| Don’t waste my time, I need an opponent
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| Not only will I dog you but I make you retire
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| Don’t get close, this cut is on fire
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| Last time you heard my voice you claimed it was obnoxious
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| Your foot started tappin, it was in your self-conscience
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| I know it’s hard to believe a million sold
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| Everytime I start bustin, you lose control
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| My verbal coalition is a little outrageous
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| Like a plague my rap is contagious
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| Causin much grief, no sympathy for pain
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| Hard beats and fresh lyrics is what I attain
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| You can take this brand new style of hip-hop
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| Cold put it at the bottom, it will reach the top
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| Because the rhyme is so def, you stand in amazement
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| Time’s up, I got another engagement
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| Rhymes never empty, I keep them replenished
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| The crowd skeezer-teaser until they’re finished
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| Smoke from the cut, you better put on your glasses
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| Guaranteed to knock you all on your asses
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| And ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
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| Like on the back of the dollar it says 'In God We Trust'
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| The smoke-filled room make the suckers perspire
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| Don’t get close, this cut is on fire
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| Can you dig it?
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| We gon' blow the house up in smoke
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| With the MC, Tone Loc
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| You guessed it, baby
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| That’s it, yo, know what i’m sayin'?
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| Can you dig it?
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| Yeah
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| I was born and raised on the West Coast
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| Tone-Loc, the master, the host
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| The O.G. |
| town I represent
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| Well, I’m the mayor, governor and president
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| L.A. — where it’s sunny all year
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| The first city to bust the Fila gear
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| L.A. Sergio Tacchini
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| Venice Beach, home of the fit bikini
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| From Compton, Watts to Pasadena
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| If you don’t seen a fly girl it’s a misdemeanor
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| The town to astound, city by the shore
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| Our posse’s in the house and we’re coolin hardcore
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| You never seen a MC with such style and finesse
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| Wearin hella silk shirts and pants by Guess
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| You can search the universe, but you never will find
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| Another MC with a style like mine
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| Cause if you do, we’ll battle to hell
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| And your head’ll be cracked like the Liberty Bell
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| Like a sculpture and a statue I’m picturesque
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| Hardcore lover, rhymer with the beat that’s def
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| Yo, don’t worry, cause I be back
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| You won’t look at the bottom, be at the top of the stack
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| Believe what I say, I’m not known as a liar
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| Don’t get close, this cut is on fire
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| And you know that
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| '89 is mine
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| Any MC like this you will find hard to find
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| You know what I’m sayin?
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| I’m 'bout to check outta here
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| Tone-Loc
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| Remember that, aight?
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| It’s time for the wild thing
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| See ya later
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| I’m gone |