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The great will always soar, above, the mediocre
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They create, while others destroy
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[Pete Nice]
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Never had a wasted mind, had the time
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Erectin rhyme I cause gifted lines
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The flows I knows puts the papers in pockets
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Swings of things, observed in my sockets
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In ten spot I got stacks of LP wax
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Couderoy slacks, loops and sales tax
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On the racks but my label is Derelict
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Spic-n-Span I slam, it's balls you lick
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Ill missions, but doin us ain't even simple
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Stereotype the rhymer as a criminal
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Subliminal I put a noose on the necks
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The sinister signs of my rhymes is sex
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[MC Serch]
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Smooth, set-up so slick
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as I set to move, all the great masses
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Asses bounce to track that is all in
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I'm droppin my quarter, I'm placin my call in
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to my crew that's down with the street trends
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Play around and you'll fall off the deep end
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I heard your hooker she likes to do knee-bends
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But I got a girl, so I called up three friends
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And they called three friends (and I called three friends)
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And so on, and so on, and so on..
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So go on my path, and try to follow
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but not step for step, cause I like to sidestep
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You'll get swept like a broom and you'll make room for daddy
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White boy in New York and I can't get a cab G
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So take me to my rest so I guess I'll get wrecked
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cause I'm a derelict of dialect
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[Pete Nice]
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Dialect spoken, in sectional lesson
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The less you know, the more you gotta guess on
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I press on point, some sweat my jizznoint
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Playin themselves with the fingers the point
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I speak slow, I carry a fat stick
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Get your kneepads and reapply your chapstick
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Step to this, as the Derelict reanimates
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No jim hat as my mouth ejaculates
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I stays mumble, I speaks jumble
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Phonetics on phonograph'll prime your petrol
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Retroactive, my knot scale is tipped off
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I rip the head off, the Derelict stepped off
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and left to show this, to those who typecast
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Ill the rhyme-ass trickster or outcast
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of intellect, I wreck shit with my own sect
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The ace in the hole, I'm the Derelict of Dialect
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[MC Serch]
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3rd Bass, but not a bass for slidin
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Foundation, for a nation who's mind is
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in motion, goin in fluid
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Who did you just distrust? It's Serch and I crush this
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mental need for oppression
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Oppressed and all vexed and just placed a suggestion
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Lesson or loss enforce those in
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a spot who got your head frozen
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Defrost the eye and spy on the serpent
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On act two, he tried to close curtain
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But intermission I glimpsed and I clock more
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Derelicts watch act three and the encore
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Individuals who are never satisfied with the static standards
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set by the masses -- the masses have always been lethargic
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They have always opposed greatness for it is beyond them
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to even.. comprehend greatness
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Derelicts of Dialect
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