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[ VERSE 1: Bret E.B. ]
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Stop what you're doin, cause the plane's takin off
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Miss a second of instructions, and you might get lost
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In a crazy cloud of madness, [?spanish?]
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Ultimate extravaganza, the style and finesse
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Now he's the S-e-a-double n-i-e
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Father's last name is Bouldin, so he uses the B
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Captivator of the cuties, understood by few
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Makin money for a livin, cause this is what we do
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You just have a man if your soul is hollow
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The crew has chose to lead cause we never learned to follow
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So all you who flex, and yo, you know the deal
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Just listen to my drummer, y'all, and his drums of steel
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Listen to my drummer
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As my drummer goes bang
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To my drummer
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As my drummer goes bang
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Listen to my drummer
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As my drummer goes bang
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[ VERSE 2: Bret E.B. ]
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Good time guaranteed, take no nonsense
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Yo Muggs, that's your cue, so let the beat commence
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So all you lovers, watch your girl, cause we'll take em to Utopia
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Hold her real close, cause we might be scopin her
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Sean has the dream, I have the vision
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I think it's 'bout time the coalition starts this mission
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See, prophets speak with knowledge, the truth they never mitigate
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Our bond is strong, for no more thou shall desecrate
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Cold rock a rabble, question when we quibble
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Don't understand? Then figure out the riddle
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Cause I'm speakin knowledge, everything's for real
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Listen to my drummer, y'all, and his drums of steel
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Listen to my drummer
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As my drummer goes bang
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To my drummer
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As my drummer goes bang
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Listen to my drummer
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As my drummer goes bang
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To my drummer
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As my drummer goes bang, bang
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[ VERSE 3: Bret E.B. ]
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Inventin lyrics is the motive, and this is the life
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Live for the moment and rollin the dice
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Cause gamblers always takin a chance
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The drums are slammin, so let's all dance
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Brother, listen to that good old hip-hop music
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There's no comparison, so don't you confuse it
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With any other, in a class of its own
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Some might say it's the vocal tone
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Word, talkin in English, never speakin in tongues
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It's the bass in the voices and the air in the lungs
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Grandmixer Muggs, show em what hip-hop means
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Baby boys outta Brooklyn, DJ from Queens
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But now we cool in Cali, live in L.A.
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Makin money for a livin, livin day by day
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Even heavy metallers give up and yield
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When they listen to our drummer, y'all, and his drums of steel
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Listen to my drummer
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As my drummer goes bang
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To my drummer
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As my drummer goes bang
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Listen to my drummer
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As my drummer goes bang
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To my drummer
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As my drummer goes bang, bang, bang
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Drums of Steel
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| 7A3 |
