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[Milo]
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Bust this as I construct this like a blunt
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Ropie dope, first quarter just start
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Now people in the dance me au beh uni
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Uni uni, fe big up in '92
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No link to dust, watch brain cells bust
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As I flip the script, I could make a Rev feel lit
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You walking on shakey ground, call it warned
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Now big up your chest if you could test L.O.N.S.
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Mr. Distress take a long rest
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And I never never never wanna see you no more, see you no more
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See you no more, got classic material wall to wall
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[Dinco D]
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Hey, running through computer chips, leaving trails of flesh
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Disectable satons, crucial to summing quest
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Less, yes, bust press on the drumpads
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Caress chest may relieve stress, so
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Consider the inner outta don't know if you oughta doubt a
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Seat a eater Peter, what you saying after hours?
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Players pop pills, pop stars blunt fanatics the dramatics
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Come running up to me, the D to the O (Why it gotta be you, D?)
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Which sees for insight within the C down
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With an (oh my gosh) and a (oh C.B.)
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10-4 not Milo (follow me)
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Cuss, you mean us, Leaders as you see, you an MC, you an MC
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Well no time to play, LP it in time
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It's just another case, hey but I place
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Place another fact and exact I come (Oh!)
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Classic Material we reign number one
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Classic Material, Classic Material
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L.O.N.S. with the Classic Material
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Classic Material, Classic Material
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Everybody, we got the Classic Material
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[Charlie Brown]
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Hey, a new frontier, pioneer to steer
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Ripping and rhyming, ripping and rhyming every single year
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365, 24/7, Stomp romp stamp amp floor keep stepping
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Merely, yearly, my base is always 1st, not 3rd, word
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Catch the patch in the latch of the hook of the book
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Perhaps? (No haps!)
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If so (Hip-hop!) Make 'em make 'em clap
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Last class, I alphabetized the re-rap
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A boy came down every day, A-B-C-D-E, now see what I say
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C. Brown reflections of black (And!)
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The shade of the lyrical, here to kick facts
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Give me a hit (Hit!) for the classic elastic splastic dope on plastic
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No illusion no confusion, undecided, I'm invited delighted and bite it
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Material madness, raw for the core imperial, as I come with an aerial
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Power from the L-shaped room
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L.O.N.S., L.O.N.S. we smoke boom!
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[Busta Rhymes]
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When I make my music, I got the classic material
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When I grab the microphone you know I'm reigning imperial
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Wake up in the morning, eat my whole wheat cereal
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Historical styles combines with new musical
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L.O.N.S. wreck shit as usual
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When we make a presence yes we got to make it visual
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Mental, physical, then we come spiritual
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Follow this shit here, cause this shit is emotional
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We express an emotion through a style they call lyrical
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Mysterical, we make it complicated and technical
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Numerical as we move down like a decimal
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(East Coast Stomp!) Cause you know that is the principle
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Look at here, what you see is four individuals
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This time, you know we're going to form in institutional
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So that we can become one and become more powerful
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You're living mystical, I-
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dentify yourself as you face the universal
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Ripping it at will and it's done with no rehearsal
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Moving like you're dusted and you're caught up in something trivial
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T.I.M.E. is eternal when you have the
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Classic Material, yes Material, yes Material
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You know we got Material, Classic Material
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Yes Material, yes Material, Classic Material!
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Classic Material
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| Leaders of The New School |
