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Now the party didnt start till I walked in
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And I probably wont leave until the thing ends
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But in the mean time, the in between time
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If you work your thing, then I'll work mine
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We came here together so we could have fun
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Me and you baby, goin one on one
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Now this is the last chance for us to get off
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So either get loose, or you aught to get lost
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Cause Im just about ready to do my thing
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Cause Im the stone cold, New York, Rap Machine
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Im 'a give you what I got, and baby thats plenty
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You'll never have one that rocks so many
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Im 'a make you wet and make you sweat
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Just to see how funky you can get
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Now when Im on the mic, I do serve well
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And I go by the name of the Rapper Jalil
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*Four minutes left*
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Now sit back, relax, put on your head gear
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Get ready for a trip through the Atmosphere
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Gonna take you for a ride through the Twighlight Zone
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I dont need a space ship, I use my microphone
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So hold on tight, with all your might
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Cause Ill be rappin like this for the rest of the night
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Its Jalil yall, your master rapper
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And when Im on the mic its a sheer disaster
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Cause MC's crumble when we rumble
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Some think Im soft just because Im humble
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So all you MC's, I hope you're real good listeners
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Cause in this battle, Im takin no prisoners
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Im slayin MC's right on the spot
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Cause Im the the master of the Rap, the doctor of the Rock
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The Jack of all Trades, The Master of One
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And the thing Im at, is called havin fun
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We got three minutes left to rock this funk
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To separate the good stuff from the junk, so
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Get in the groove, and feel the sound
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And once you're inside, spread yourself around
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From the bottom to the top, the top to the bottom
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Come on Master Dee, get funky while we got em
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*three minutes left*
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Me and my partner, from the start
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We usually get together, after dark
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Sometimes to rap, Sometimes to sing
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In the Summer or the Winter cause it aint no thing
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And ever since I first came round
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Side by Side, We'd throw down
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We came here to this here place
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To serve you all right to your face
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Because this jam here is our show stopper
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We didnt wanna do it but I guess we gotta
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We're the men of the hour, makin the ladies scream and holler
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To hot to trot, To sweet to be sour
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Im gonna set the record straight
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And I hope that it is not too late
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If you want the best, I wont settle for less
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Put your money on me, Im your best bet
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Come on,
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One for the treble
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Two for the Bass
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Three for the ladies
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Four for the plaid
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Five, minutes of funk, this aint no junk
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So pull your bottom, off the tree stump
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Ladies real pretty, from city to city
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But now we're gettin down to the nitty gritty
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From the bottom to the top, the top to the bottom
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Im gonna rock em, while I still got em
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Our rappin shower has style and power
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And this, is our disco hour
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I dont know what all of you have heard
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So its up to me to spread the word
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About the man that we feel has got to be real
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Our crowned Prince on the wheels of steel
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He goes by the name of Grandmaster Dee
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So if its alright with you, its alright with me
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We gonna rock you people's minds with ease
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With some help from the Maestro, if you please
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*one minute left*
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*Im sorry, your five minutes are up, please begin your ending, or your volume
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will be terminated*
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Five Minutes Of Funk
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| Whodini |
