| Prehistoric MCs we’re here to disgrace
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| Mix Master Ice, pick up the pace
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| A lot of MCs stood in our way
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| That’s why they’re not here to tell it today
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| 'Cause we totally demolished every inch of remembrance
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| They left behind
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| If he exists, there’s now no sign
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| Of the sucker MC that could not rhyme
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| Because nobody but us runs the rap race
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| So, Mix Master Ice, pick up the pace
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| The atmospheric pressure will increase
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| When I say a rap that I have to release
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| To the population it’s out of a club
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| And this consummated with the aid of dub
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| The version on the record I call the instrumental
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| While I take the microphone and toy with the mental
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| There isn’t a rapper I can’t erase
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| Mix Master Ice, pick up the pace
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| I don’t know if I’m right, tell me is this true
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| Am I the best thing that ever happened to you?
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| I don’t wanna hear «Nada», don’t me «No»
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| I’m not kidding, I’m Kangol!
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| Do you remember me, remember we was at a party?
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| And we was dancin' close, and you was feelin' up my body
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| And you said that you loved me, and you wouldn’t love another |
| I’m sorry, girl, that wasn’t you, that was your mother
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| Mix Master, pick up the pace
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| Stop, and let’s change the track
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| Yo, Full Force, bring the beat back
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| But, make it worth my while
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| And bring it back reggae style
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| Special request to the Brooklyn posse
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| Special request to the Brooklyn posse
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| Me here, me there, me all over the place
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| Mix Master Ice, pick up the pace
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| Pick up the pace
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| We’re gonna tell Mix Master (yo-ah!), pick up the pace
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| Mix Master
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| This scratch is really fresh |