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"Yes this is Miss Renee King from Philadelphia. I want you to please
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give me a call on area code 215 222 4209 and I'm calling in reference
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to the music business. Thank you."
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DOVE:
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Hey how ya doin'
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Sorry ya can't get through
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Why don't you leave your name
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And your number
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And I'll get back to you
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Hey how are ya doin'
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Sorry ya can't get through
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But leave your name (uh)
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And your number
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And I'll get back to you.
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Once again it's another rap bandit
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Fiending at I and I can't stand it
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Wanna be down with the Day-Glo
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Knocking on my door, saying, "a yo yo"
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Knocking on my door, saying, "a yo yo"
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"I got a funky new tune with a fly banjo"
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I can't understand what the problem is
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I find it hard enough dealing with my own biz
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How'd they get my name and number
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Then I stop to think and wonder
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Bout a plan, yo man, I gotta step out town
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You wanna call me up? Take my number down
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It's 222-2222
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I got an answering machine that can talk to you
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It goes
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POS:
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Hey how ya doin'
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Sorry ya can't get through
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But leave your name and your number
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And I'll get back to you
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Yo, check it, exit the old style
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Enters the new
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But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew
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Or should I say flock cause around every block
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There's Harry, Dick, and Tom, with a demo in his palm
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Now I'm with helping those who want to help themselves
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And flaunt a nut that's doggy as in dope
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But it's not the mood to hear
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The tales of limousines and pails
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Of money they'll make like a pro
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I be like, "Yo black, just play me the tape"
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But at the show the time to spare I just make
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But the songs created in they shacks
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Are so wick-wick-wack, situations like this
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And now I hate they give me smiles Kool-Aid wide and ask,
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"Was it def?"
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And with the straighest face I be like, "Hell yes."
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I slip them the digits to Papa Prince Paul
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So I don't go AWOL but yet I know when they call
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They get
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MASE:
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Hey how ya doing
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Sorry ya can't get through
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Why don't you leave your name
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And your number
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And I'll get back to you
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Hey how are ya doin
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Sorry you can't get through
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Why don't you leave your name and your number
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And I'll get back to you
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Check it out
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Party at the dug-out on Diction Ave
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Haven't been to the jam in quite a while
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Figure I'll catch up on the latest styles
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'Stead piles and piles of demo tapes bi-da miles
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All I wanna do is cut on the decks wild
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But edition up here bi-da miles to the center
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Reliever of duty, Plug One mosies in
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And I be like, "Yo G, Pos does all the producing"
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POS:
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Now woe is me to the third degree
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Mase pulls the funny so I make like a bunny
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Jettin'
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But I'm getting used to this demo abuse
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Getting raped and giving birth to a tape
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Cause there's no escape from the clutches of a hawker
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Attached to my success, sent like a stalker
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Make way to my radius playin fly guy
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Try to get on my back they force like Luke Sky
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Me Myself and I go through this act daily
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And rarely do I not
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No matter how I dodge some jackal always nails me
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No matter what the plot
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And even out on tour they be like,
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"Yo I got a tape to play you back at the hotel"
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I be like "Oh swell"
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Unveil the numeric code to dial my room
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And tell them to call me at noon
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But of course there's no answering machine in my room
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But a pretty young adorer
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Who I swung on tour
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And if it rings while we're alone
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She'll answer the phone
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And with the quickness she'll recite like a poem
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DOVE:
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"Hey, you done did the right thing, dial up my ring ring
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Now you're waiting on the beep.
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Say, I would love if you'd sing
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The tune to Tru instead of fronting on the speak."
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So no problemo, just play the demo
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And at the end it's break out time
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Please oh please don't press rewind
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Cause I'll just lay it down the line
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Hey how ya doing
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Sorry ya can't get through
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Why don't you leave your name and your number
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And I'll get back to you
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POS:
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Hey how ya doing
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Sorry ya can't get through
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Why don't you leave your name and your number
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And we'll get back to you.. peace
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'Yo what's up man, this is Ronald Master down with the Fish Tank
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Posse, man, you know man, so you know you can just hook
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me up, True. You know we got this fly new jam called 'Swimming In the
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Fish Tank', you know we gonna rock it man, you know
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what I'm saying, but I just need your help, Prince Paul gave me your
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number, you know man, you just gotta do that for me,
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got this fly bassline, got these fly trombones in it man, so just hook
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me up, man, just look out, all right, call me back
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at 557-2223 all right man, just look out, all right, look out for a
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brother man!'
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Ring Ring Ring (Ha Ha Hey)
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| De La Soul |
