| Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
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| Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
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| Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this tongue
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| I’ll tell you now my name, my name is Young
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| But do you think that it’s your destiny
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| To get the best of me, but I suggest to be
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| Quiet, bro', don’t even try it from the east and west of me
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| Takin' it and never breakin' it or even shakin' it
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| Groovin' it and always movin' it, cuz I’m not fakin' it
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| Pullin' out rhymes like books off the shelf
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| Born in England, raised in Hollis, taught to go for myself
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| This is stone cold rhymin', no frills, no fluffs
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| And it’s no accident that these rhymes sound tough
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| I’m goin' off, baby, there’s no turnin' back
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| I’m on your TV, on your album, cassette, and 8-track
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| And when the show is finally finished I’ll be takin' my bow
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| My name is Young, and yo I got know-how, you know what I’m sayin'?
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| I got know-how
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| Party people
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| I got know… how
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| I kick it just like this…
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| I got juice like the president, I’m makin' rappers hesitant
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| Invite me to your house and I’ll be chillin' like a resident
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| Yes, cuz I’m that type of man
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| Cuz I make myself at home no matter where I am
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| I got it rollin' like thunder, makin' Y’all wonder
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| Why I’m on top with all the other rappers under
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| I make no errors, mistakes or blunders
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| It’s like a wedding, let no man put asunder
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| My name is Young MC, I like to rock mic well
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| Cuz when I get up on the mic I just release my spell
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| It’s no hocus-pocus, I’ll just get you into focus
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| And swarm all over you just like a horde of locusts
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| Smooth operator, female persuader
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| Spot a fly girl and in a week I’m gonna date her
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| I got the kind of style for the here and the now
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| And I can do it cuz I got know-how, you know what I’m sayin'?
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| I got know-how
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| Party people
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| I got know… how
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| Bust it!
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| MC’s I’ll ruin, cuz I know what I’m doin'
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| I’ll treat 'em like Doublemint gum and start chewin'
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| I spit 'em out when the flavor’s gone
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| And I repeat the chewin' practice 'til the break of dawn
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| Cuz I’m tough like a bone, sly like Stallone
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| Rockin' and clockin' on the microphone
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| Smooth like a mirror, in hearts I strike terror
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| Rhymes like runs and hits with no errors
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| Cold like a blizzard, on the mic I am the wizard
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| With the funky fresh rhymes comin' out of my gizzard
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| Never sneezin', never coughin', I rock the mic often
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| Hard as a rock and no sign I’ll soften
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| Makin' sure I get respect, on my mind rhymes connect
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| I start to build like a builder from an architect
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| Movin' all around, above and under the ground
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| You see my face, and then you hear my sound
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| Comin' atcha with the mic in hand
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| I’m gonna take command just the way I planned
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| Cuz I’m a one-man band and you are my fan
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| Don’t you understand? |
| I’m like Superman
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| Yeah, the Man of Steel, don’t you know the deal?
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| You better be for real, I got sex appeal
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| This is what I feel, and this here’s my vow
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| And now you know the brother with know-how, you know what I’m sayin'?
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| I got know-how…
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| And I’m chillin'
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| Never illin'
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| In my mouth, I got two fillins…
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| Whatever!
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| I’m on the mic, cold stone gettin' over
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| My name is Young MC, known as the fly casanova, kick it… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Name Is Young , by - Young MC. Song from the album Stone Cold Rhymin', in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп