| (Ladies and gentlemen
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| The one and only
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| Takin care of plenty, plenty of business
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| Fantastically
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| And we’re about ready to have a party)
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| (*crowd cheers*)
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| (*Young Einstein cuts up*)
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| (Get down)
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| (Gimme an intro)
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| (Everybody say)
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| U-g-l-y
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| U-g-l-y
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| (Everybody say)
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| U-g-l-y
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| U-g-l-y
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| Introduction of the Ugly Duckling, we’re here
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| (?) microphone, when you put one in, gonna get it in gear
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| When you make a tight fist, put it in the air
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| Then you pump it like this
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| I do more legwork than a centipede
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| Or when you’re goin uphill on a 10-speed
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| When I MC I harness energy
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| Break mics like sellery with mental telepathy
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| Then I melt them down till they vaporize
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| Then imprinted on the ground by my laser eyes
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| (Oh yeah) It’s Andy, Dustin and Rod
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| Makin listeners applaud with their heads when they nod
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| Put the motor in the red, I’ve got the hot shred
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| And some Monroe Shocks for rocks on the road ahead
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| Like fire drills we keep you on your heels
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| With the analog sound off the two-inch reels
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| Wherever I’m at I burn a hole in the map
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| Like a Cartwright, but I spark mics
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| Ignite and keep it tighter than a facelift
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| There’s so much flavor in the air, you can taste it
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| Leave it up to me to put the b in b-boy
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| I bring a point to your ear — like Leonard Nemoy
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| Dizzy Dustin is my nom de plume
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| In bloom on this Ugly introduction tune
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| (Get down)
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| (Gimme an intro)
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| (Everybody say)
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| U-g-l-y
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| U-g-l-y
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| (Everybody say)
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| U-g-l-y
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| Rrrrrhhaa!
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| Check, check, check out my melody, I’m havin some fun
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| Goin Public like the Enemy — Number One
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| Steppin on the scene with or without pay
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| Gettin Wilder than Gene till the crowd goes (Hey!)
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| I rock events with much confidence
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| And catch compliments on all continents
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| So clap your hands everybody, Germany to Amsterdam
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| From the USA to the whole UK, Scandinavia and Japan
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| We been overseas, on tour with the JB’s
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| Dizzy Dustin’s introduction for this new LP
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| Now we don’t record keyboard
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| I use it for a kneeboard
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| We’re not the other groups
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| We only ride loops (fat loops)
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| We keep it pure, been into this before
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| Rap had its own section in the record store
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| And that’s how it is, you can ask Diz
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| Listen for yourself, here he is
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| (Well alright)
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| There’s three in UD, we’re each from Long Beach
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| While Andy and I write, Rod searches for beats
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| They call him Einstein and everywhere you find us
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| He’s right behind us where the DJ stands
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| Pullin out black plates from one of his many crates
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| Scratchin like the Supreme Team with his hands
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| Einstein
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| (*Young Einstein scratches*)
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| U-g-l-y
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| U-g-l-y
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| (Everybody say)
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| U-g-l-y
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| U-g-l-y
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| (Everybody say)
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| U-g-l-y
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| U-g-l-y
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| (Everybody say)
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| U-g-l-y
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| U-g-l-y |