| It’s about that time
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| Dizzy! |
| C’mon c’mon c’mon
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| Dizzy! |
| That’s right, uh-huh
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| It’s like I want to eat his children, I want to have his heart
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| I’m ready
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| It’s on tonight, when we get on the mic
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| Step again I bring fright like pirahna bites
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| Slice with precision my rhythm and rhyme interlocks
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| and drops HEAVY, hittin harder than cinder blocks
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| On the march like a mastadon
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| I’m strong and built to last in this rap-a-thon
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| So pass it on, I bring heat like twin holsters
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| Roast a hype beat like a bath full of toasters
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| You want a fair one? |
| (Next) But you’re scared run
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| Quit then admit you get lit like a flare gun
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| Your little rap on this camel’s back
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| You can add a million of 'em and I handle that
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| But you you got no spine, and me when it’s showtime
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| I keep the crowd groovin 'til they hang up the closed sign
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| Guys and girls dancin
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| So «Doowutchyalike"but don’t touch the mic
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| Just watch nice and close like microscopes
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| As I go set to blow like isotopes
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| Poppa got a new pair of shoes, to catch caribous
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| With the verse so sick I took Theraflu
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| Andy Cooper! |
| I don’t need a alias
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| Stun anyone in a hundred mile radius
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| Cause I come off, quicker than a Snapple top
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| And catch jock like Germans on Hasslehoff
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| Daaaamn! |
| Dizzy! |
| Where’s Dizzy? |
| Diz?
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| Whassup man? |
| What’chu got?
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| Let me interrupt and cut straight to the chase
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| Straight to your face so you make no mistakes
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| I can take a microphone and snap it like a styrofoam
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| Cause my style’s off the hook like a dial tone
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| I’m pure blend, you’re decaffeinated
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| And you’re stickin out your neck to get decapitated
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| You have to hate it, bro you oughta lock your jaw
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| As the rhyme scheme drops like «shock and awe»
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| I’m a vet when it comes to a mic check
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| With no interference I get clearance from the flight deck
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| Cause I’m well known in the field of hip-hop
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| You can check my profile like Alfred Hitchcock
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| My tongue becomes a switchblade, it cuts ya down to size
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| Competition gets played, that’s if they survive
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| I’m ready to attack so I’m throwing on my hunting cap
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| And count you out like a jumping jack
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| Or better yet Tae Bo, rappers are oblivious
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| That I can get a live show movin like giddy-up
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| Who’d they come to see? |
| It was me, not you
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| Now you must confess I’m blessed like HA-CHOO~!
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| Alright so who you think won the battle man?
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| Aw man there’s no question about that
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| Yeah it was me You? |
| Einstein who won the battle man?
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| (Ahh I don’t know I wasn’t listenin) |