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*all vocals by The Lone Ranger (Q-Tip)*
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This is the Lone Ranger
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If you're one of the fortuante to purchase this
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A Tribe Called Quest, The Love Movement album
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You are privliged to witness the first in a series of attempts
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To rectify music from it's rectulness
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Again, this is the Lone Ranger with his first installment
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Money Maker
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Listen
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Colder in the winter
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And hotter in the summer
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Get on up
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Get on up
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Live your life right when you be corrupt
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Volcano about to erupt
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Get it up, Get it up, Get it up
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Got the motivating joints that keep your ass jumping
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Why when a nigga get on, you want something
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Yo I got the posinious traps for little rats that fiend
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In come the bedroom dream
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Kick it at a slow or at a quick tempo
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A ladies' disposition won't fuck with the mental
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I'm built for conflicts with chicks with issues
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I can lick the wounds bring ease with miss yous
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Bringin' all the pain and makin' things shiver
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The beat make you bite your nails and shit your liver
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And we gonna give a encore performance
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Haters seem doormant while my presence is enormous
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Tarnations, I went gold
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Streesed out with Faith but told cats to get a hold
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Who is the nigga who's mic is stronger
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Rock for an hour and he might rock longer
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Kid you're perplexed, seems I better get to gongin'
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The clean up man, hang you up like on and
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Don't step in the arena, that's a stern warning
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I'm the pops, I raise the sun like morning
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Seems you're still sleeping, hey, stop the yawning
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Open up the blinds and witness the dawning
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The new application and I'm the applier
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And I'm a set it off like fire
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Yeah yeah, that's where it's at
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Make it hot and phat and like Puff (I like that)
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Now I got to urge you on to move ahead
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Don't dread, 'cause I keep the stock in the shed
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And if you need a boost, then I got the jump
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Because we prone to make the party go bump bump bump bump bump bump bump
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Where you is, if you the baby daddy then uplift the kids
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Get back and plan, don't be on front flossin'
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Incognito, you heard the name quite often
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You dressed in black and been issued a coffin
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I thrive on this plain, you off to the lost one
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Like cayon pepper, it gets hot to the better
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>From each little dash it get the whole smash
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It's tasty too, so satisfy your whole pallid
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Fake ID's are revoked, they're invalid
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Infractin' bodies out on the dance floor
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Is what I wanna see, not less but much more
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The lyrics just spewed, he got good reviews
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The kid made the news, how he left no clues
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On how he just murderlized the whole damn jam
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He just got results that's smiles and waved hands
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The mission could never be accomplished, however
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Until we bounce to a autumn where hot weather
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And still we'll be able to rock and rip crowds
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While other emcees say nuthin' and talk loud
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While other emcees say nuthin' and talk loud
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If you with the Tribe, chest out and be proud
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Shake your money maker
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Shake your money maker
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Shake your money maker
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Shake it, shake it
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money maker
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a tribe called quest |