| Once again…
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| Here we go…
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| My soul is not for sale
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| Got a one track mind goin off the rail
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| As I, save the day what I mean to say
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| Ugly Duckling’s on the way like a green beret
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| Uh-huh, no Grammys or platinum plaques
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| No chicks with fake noses or plastic racks
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| Just raps over tracks made of classic wax
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| Our past is the mic then I’ll pass it back
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| Hey! |
| What’s happenin? |
| You ready for action?
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| Hands get to clappin, the place is packed in
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| B-Boys backspin to DJ scratchin
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| The roof is on fire and I’m holdin the matches
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| Flows so cold it’ll run to your nose
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| I’ll stomp a mudhole and muddy your clothes
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| I’m harder than the hardest, hard as hard can get
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| Andy C heat it up like a bag of briquettes
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| Some cat gave us a bad review
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| Well I read what you said and I laughed at you
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| But that’s cool, do what you have to do
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| We don’t give a rat’s ass if you clap or boo
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| We got bang for the buck, bang for the buck
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| Locked and loaded up with bang for the buck
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| Bang for the buck, bang for the buck
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| Right get on the cut and let’s bang for the buck
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| Bang for the buck, bang for the buck
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| Locked and loaded up with bang for the buck
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| Bang for the buck, bang for the buck
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| Locked and loaded up, let it go~!
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| Y’know
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| («Bust it»)
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| On your mark get set now I’m ready for rhymin
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| I’mma catch wreck like trains collidin
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| I stick to my guns like gum in the holster
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| And come high noon you’ll get hung like a poster
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| I’m straight to the point like a bayonette
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| Mics melt in my hand like a Raisinete
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| I spit random words like I had Tourette’s
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| You want bang for the buck? |
| Place your bets
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| I got bang for the buck like a prostitute
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| In the group with the rep you cannot refute
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| As I move to the light I’m in hot pursuit
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| For success in my sight so I got to shoot
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| And it’s — locked and loaded, hammer cocked exploded
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| Best not to hold it (hot) you get scolded (stop)
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| Then reload it, definitely
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| Cause on stage the mic’s like a weapon to me
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| Einstein rocked the fat loop before he wore a tracksuit
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| Back in the day when Brother J had his black boots
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| I got lungs like a vacumn
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| And I’mma blow it up like your bathroom
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| I got bang for the buck, bang for the buck
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| You wanna knuckle up I got bang for the buck
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| Bang for the buck, bang for the buck
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| Einstein on the cut, BANG~!
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| Bang for the buck, bang for the buck
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| Locked and loaded up with bang for the buck
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| Bang for the buck, bang for the buck
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| Locked and loaded up, let it go!
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| Yeah… that’s right!
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| Help me out y’all («Bust it»)
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| If you like what you hear then clap
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| Put your hands in the air and clap
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| If you like what you hear put your hands in the air
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| And clap… just clap
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| If you like what you hear then clap
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| Put your hands in the air and clap
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| If you like what you hear put your hands in the air
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| And clap… clap |