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(Biofeedback)
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POS:
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Ya go beats meats son Sheep
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I can't cook but being a cook I'm servin' much to eat
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I got multiple stabs of jazzy
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Sassafrassy as I caught the fame of soul
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Years after mama had me tell ya gladly
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I plugged for the Tunin'
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Which cause eyes to zoom in
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DRES:
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Which put your person into focus
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POS:
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No longer Kelvin Mercer but the Posdnuos
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Plug One yo I found fun
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In the scribblin' of speak
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On a naked white sheet
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Most recognized by my dark brown self
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DRES:
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Yo you found some wealth?
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POS:
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More in my mind than in my pocket
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But I's got every Girbaud that ever sagged
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I met some hoes, met some girls
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Did a tour that took me all around the world
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DRES:
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Did a tour that took me all around the world
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DOVE:
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I hit the shines but I'm shooin' it now
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Remember when the floor might have had a spine
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Well it's all bent over
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The DayGlo nigga gets the red door mat
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It's a roller coaster
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When your shit's burnt toast
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Now Mr. Club Owner knows your jam
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When your jam is tha jam
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And there's a tab at the bar
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My mindstate's great
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No thanks I don't drink
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I sip the bobo
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Then I kettle it quick
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I felt the heave in the jeave
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Tap it in the basement
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Diggin' my own understanding quick
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Let me get the single out
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Think Mr. Radio say the starlight
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Is the same star bright
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I'm thinkin' how a nine and a blunt is a switch
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But turn out the lights and some will go bitch
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It was one MC after one MC
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Play the lamp post do the blow wit dynomite
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Well it's okay and it's alright
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Cause our birthday cake's external light
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It'll all get graphic
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People made of plastic
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Look at the shine wit my 50 watt eye
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But when I got the eye patch I hit the latch
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I fame it to a name from Denver up to Maine
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And lovin' deluxe
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She won't catch me in no tux
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Nah, man I won't honor the style
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(Curious, curious, curious, curious)
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DRES: How you doing, my name is Dres, listen...
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SHORTY: Isn't that Posdnuos? Oh, my...
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DRES: Baby, what's wrong with me?
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POS:
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Funny funny how time flies
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When you have some light on the face
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Cause the focus is the fickle
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'Stead of fusin' I'm a use it
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To the utilize the trickle caught the rush
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But I play hush
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While Andres Titus is the grabbin'
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As a fan will put the hearts to mush
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Lush Dalea would hear the public beat
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The same way for Titus when he Blacked the Sheep
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But as the Knee went Deep
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To deeper off the charts
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The album faded to black
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That's when the amnesia starts
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(Curious, curious, curious, curious)
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SHORTY: Aren't you Dres from Black Sheep? What are you doing here? Who
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are you here with?
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DRES: I'm with my man Pos, you know Pos...
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SHORTY: Oh yeah, Positive K, I.. I like him...
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(Stickabush, stickabush, stickabush, stickabush)
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DOVE:
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Hey boy, I watch that star man, shit's all in
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Should I shot it or begin
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I saw bootleggas no shinin'
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I saw Big 4 go get shinin'
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A typical flick was the moment
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When the man said
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"Ain't you?" Yeah I is 'im
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Hush your mouth fallin' in cog
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Caught the light being True dog
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A fist of funk and I pocket that screen
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In the scene or in between
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Gimme but a little bit of the starlight
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I mail my ass to the darkness
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I dig it, I dug it
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I dig it, I dug it
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I wiz it, I was it
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I wiz it, I was it
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Oh Lord let me switch it off
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Because ya find some'll do it all
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For the light
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(Stop jivin')
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En Focus
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| De La Soul |
