| You haven’t seen me, get down.
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| If you ever saw me get down, you’d really be afraid.
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| Elevation! |
| Check the foundation
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| Solid funky from the flamin caucasian
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| Heat it up, cook it up, bake it up, take it up Slice it up, dice it up, tear it up, rrrrip it up Cut it up — now it's time for me to switch it up Tone's the maaaaaaaaan, who's gonna getcha |
| up outta your seat, movin your feet, groovin the beat
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| I won’t stop 'til my job’s complete
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| Cause I gotta make ya hyper, occupation sniper
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| Even little kids be dancin in their diapers
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| Suckers — be sayin, Tone you ain’t nothin
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| But I got more flavor than Stove Top stuffin
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| Nuts — my favorite past time
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| Forget the last rhyme cause you can’t gas mine
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| like Sunoco you go bum loco
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| Visit Acupulco with your girlfriend Yoko, Ono
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| Bono, them messy tones are no no You need posession of it? |
| Fire the phono-
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| -graph you’ll laugh but please the Island staff
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| Get off the mass — check the elevation
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| Second stanza — kick the virtuoso
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| You’re just a bozo.
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| A so-so rhymer, climber, check the Guggenheimer
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| One’s just a number so don’t be a two-timer
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| when you rhyme-a, one way furniture mover.
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| Bust the Heimlich maneuveur!
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| Full nelson, I like to eat smelts and other fish
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| like candy cause it melts in your mouth
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| And it’s also good brain food
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| Since you’re a lame dude, you should eat a whale
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| Crude oil — spilled over from the Exxon Valdez
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| It was the captain’s fault
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| Now said the media, really, but what do they now?
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| Sittin home twiddlin their thumbs in Play-Doh
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| Fed it to a critic but a critic is a cricket
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| and they know where they can stick it — check the elevation
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| Elevation — it’s time to kick the third verse
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| I know you’re weak homeboy but yo I heard worse
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| rappers, so do you feel any better?
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| Of course you do! |
| Now write yourself a letter to your mom
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| As I drop the nuclear bomb
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| After the explosion everything is calm
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| Like Hiroshima, or maybe Nagasaki
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| That’s what you get homeboy for bein cocky
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| Weaklin, you need to pump some iron
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| Out of breath, relax I hear the siren
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| from the ambulance — ah bring on the oxygen!
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| You’re like Larry Holmes, you can’t box again
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| You’re out of your prime, I oughta show you how to rhyme
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| People in the audience are saying about time
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| somebody, did something about these weak suckers
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| Soft like Smuckers, check the elevation
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| This is the last one, yo I pulled a fast one
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| You did the dummy move so I’ma gas one
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| UP, UP AND AWAY
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| I’m gonna sail a sucker today
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| Without the use, of a beautiful balloon
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| I’ll hit him with an uppercut and send him to the moon
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| Like Ralph Kramden, smackin up Alice
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| There’s no kings and queens and no palace
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| So check it, let me manifest it You think you dressed it but I’m the one who blessed it Christened it, with a champagne bottle
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| Remove the governor and give it more throttle
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| In a battle, snakes they like to rattle
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| Competi-shion, a few swine and some cattle
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| Watch me saddle, up on my high horse
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| And breeze on my course, check the elevation |