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[E]Bert, is that you?
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[B]Ahh, an empty place -- oh I love it!
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A perfect place to practice the exciting art
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of - humming!
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[E]Bert?
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[B]Heheheheh
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Chorus: * humming in background *
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[Zev]Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along
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[Onyx]Hum along, if you can't sing along you hum along
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[Roc]Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along
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[Zev]Yeah, hum along with Zev Love X
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[Zev Love X] * humming in background *
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Hmm, hmm! Very interesting this thing
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Coming and drumming there's hummingbirds with wings
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and feathers of the same, so we flock much
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plus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this
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mic, to touch like an entire stadium
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With my boys to aid me so we'll play, if you pay me some
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Beats sound fickle rented Jeep sounds sickenin
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to those with no soul, as I roll with my ? ( * humming ends * )
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Bugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn
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Frugal won't endure, as the talents was born
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Minus, the Jim-jinkle-jankle-Hammerschitt
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His name, ain't my name, cause X ain't permittin shit
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I's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip
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Z.L. be rippin, out we'll rip
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No no no, shake your hip, or your rump
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Forget about what I'm sayin, pump your fist to the drum and
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( * Bert laughs * )
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Chorus: * humming in background *
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[Onyx]Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along
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[Roc]Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along
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[Zev]Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along
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[Onyx]Hum with the Birthstone Kid
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[Onyx] * humming in background *
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You could have sworn I was a WHAT? A Penn Station pennybegger
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I gots more songs than your neighborhood bootlegger
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Swingin hard like a forty-deuce on a hooker
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Cuter than Booker, a real good looker ( * Bert laughs * )
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Yeah, a brown man is gettin down and
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to this funky sound and you'll check it out, so plops the sound man
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I'm just the R&B's beats kickers kickin lingo
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til comes, my payday, if rap was soccer I'd be Pele ( * humming ends * )
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Scorin hard I eat no porkchops or lard
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So trust in me becaue you, trust in God
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The Lord, bet I proves, just began for this man
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Cause the bills stay paid from this mic within my hand
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I'm not your average everyday cotton-pickin or bailin hay
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hoe trickin brother who likes to eat chicken
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Anyway, just hum along, as the drummer drums along
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This I bring along, not to sing along, but just to
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( * Bert laughs * )
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Chorus: * humming in background *
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[Roc]Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along
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[Zev]Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along
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[Onyx]Ya hum along, if you can't sing along ya hum along
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[Roc]Hum with the one Subroc
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[Subroc] * humming in background *
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Hurry hurry hurry step right up and I'll sing it
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So bring it back and forth, just to swing it
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Hmm, a voom to a hum can get smooth
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So I choose to rock slow to amuse ( * Bert laughs * )
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to the apex, I strides from L.I. Strong
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to the car new age, to rip raw
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Need no rehease, I bust fat styles galore
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Self Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more, hear no more
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( * humming ends * ) Can no more, huh, I fear less or I guess
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I toss or throw it up and when it drop I'm forced to blow it up
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Give a little, take a little, grunt, or fake a little
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pause you wanna counterfeit the Kause ain't havin it ( * Bert laughs * )
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( * humming again * ) All your hopes cease, so listen closely HUSH
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I wrote boastin note, you can't stop the humrush
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Bow, blowin up! One nine eight, X plus
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And this is how we kicks it, for eighty decker
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This is for the Gods, the Gods, you don't stop, heh!
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Humrush
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| K.M.D. |
