| To the rear, you hear
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| Eardrums drown, the bass pound
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| Really stupid, we gonna loop this
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| ? |
| scoop it, is that we rock it While ducks jock this
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| Biting and writing and fighting for this
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| Beats and wax, rhymes are facts
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| Biting acts
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| How we did it, for this one, that one
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| Biters around, check out the sound
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| In town, to the rhythm that we give 'em
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| In fact you lack
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| (Ultramagnetic) skills
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| 'Cause your record’s no frills
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| Here’s your bill now ease back
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| Ease back
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| (Kool Keith)
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| I’m back
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| Back to smack attack
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| Those who wack and lack my experience
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| On the microphone holding my own ground
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| Dominating forces
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| Change the sources, punks takes losses
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| Enough cause it’s me on the mic
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| Feeding on words, small like a nerd
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| Haven’t you heard this change of rhyme
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| Continuing the land of time
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| For my incredible, highly elevated
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| Smooth in the mind, more sophisicated
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| Motivated, as I relate it verbal
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| Dissing a mouse and smacking any gerbel
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| I bought a Saab, a 1990 Turbo
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| Shining, fog lights in the front
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| I’m by myself, no seats for a stunt
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| 'Cause I want it like that, I got it like that
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| I have it like, I need it like that
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| It’s better like that, I made it like that
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| I bought it like that, I’m living like that
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| For you wack MC’s
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| Who go on the mic and blow on the mic
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| And perpetrate frauds and making mistakes
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| Like an amateur but I’m a 20 year veteran
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| And better than, including the rest of them
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| I chew 'em all and spit out the best of them
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| One by one, I’m teaching my son
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| To ease back
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| Ease back
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| (Seth G)
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| What’s up, it’s me again
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| I’m Seth G wit a funky blend
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| Of beats and rhymes on time wit my DJ
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| He’s not weak wit anything he plays
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| Rocking, slicing, rep is treacherous
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| Like a professor, he had perfected this
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| Simple potion, through devotion
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| Wit his blends, his motions and fastly approaching
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| Coasting, reaching higher levels
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| So when you see 'em, you best say hello
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| I’m a take out a knife, pen and paper and write
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| A rhyme so dope you can’t think, can’t cope
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| Ducks, who are you really kidding
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| You say you’re dope, well you’re admitting
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| That you can’t compete because you’re rhymes are weak
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| Full of more nonsense, past tense, incomplete
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| Weap and learn a new rap style
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| From Seth G, the wizard of know how
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| An innovation, elevation, psyching the nation
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| When I ease back
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| Ease back |