SV
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Urban Organic, Mic mechanic
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Super human MC powers help me
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fly around the planet.
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Touch the Microphone device
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whole countries get flattened
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Saving damsels in distress
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so young girls don't panic.
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Putting MCs under pressure
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till they crack like ceramic
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Always thought they could flow
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but sink like the Titanic.
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Rhymes rip through your
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skull like icebergs through
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the hull
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Survive the impact, and
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arctic cold freezes your soul.
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Create a new style,
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then break the mold
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Compositions are controlled
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and liable to explode
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like land mines, my crew blows
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through like wind chimes.
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Make it hot like fire
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200 proof like Moonshine.
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Risky, playing yourself is risky
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And the flows mad jazzy like
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Dizzy Gillespe.
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And the sound be
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harmonious and deadly
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like a harpy call either
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break one like Wayne Gretzky.
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No man can test me, so why try?
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Focus like a samurai,
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stronger than a Maitai.
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Or a Tsunama I mean Tsunami
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I rock it from MTV, to the BBC.
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Radioactive waves
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short out your TV
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LESB check it for me in the
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next galaxy.
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Put it in a time capsule till
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the next century
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In a black out use it for
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electricity.
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Danger, high voltage
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Don't feed me their
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daily dosage
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I break it down mathematically
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99.9 is a percentage.
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Like closing fine wine the
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rhymes are vintage
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And the universal will
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gives me strength like spinach.
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With dinage,
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I eat it like a tofu sandwich
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With cabbage, I ask your girl,
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she knows that
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I'm not the average Nigga
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who plays to pull the trigga'
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Reality's the root of the
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rhymes that I configure.
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Phony Baloney,
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swearlike Don Corleone
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But when shit hit the fan
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they start crying like
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Pretty Tony.
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Tender like Roni
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but wish to be bad like
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Bobby Been there, done that,
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smashed up
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Rockin' rhymes is my hobby.
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You're probably,
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like, what's he on
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Cause I rock it from the start,
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till the beat is gone.
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Not in the mafia but I'm the
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Microphone Don
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And the words that I shoot out
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my mouth are Teflon.
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Jeru never touch ya,
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Microphone wrecka'
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Meet out in the stretcha'.
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Step up in my center Try to
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match wits but the mentor
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will crush you
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Jeru the Damager,
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the Suntoucher.
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est
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Yes, you are now rocking,
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you are now rocking,
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you are now rocking
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with the best
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Suntoucher
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Groove Armada |