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Let me flaunt the style (style), I think that the time's near
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That we drop studs (studs), there will be no duds here
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Rappers play the dumb (dumb), kinda on the space tip
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But when they hear the jams (jams), they be on the dilsnick
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Now I'm not fucking rock (rock), I know the territory
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Go ahead and try (try), that's a different story
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Similar to Grimm (Grimm), I could tell a better one
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All about a kid (kid), who couldn't rap and didn't run
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Stand (stand) aside (aside), when the rap is gettin dumb
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Resort to baggin Billy (Billy), askin me could have some
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No, never ever (ever) go back and try again man
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If you come back (back), I'll be the first to shake your hand
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Competitions good (good), it brings out the vital parts
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The Abstract Poetic ('etic), majors in recital arts
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Do it for the kids (kids), the elders and the rap peers
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We know the job is done (done), when we hear a lot of cheers
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Gotta feel the vibes (vibes), word for my creation
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If the hands clap (clap) are filled with elation
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Here I am ghetto, full with a lot of steam
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Think I gotta, I think I gotta, I think I gotta scream (scream)
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Cuz that's how good it feels child
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Let your hair down (down), so we can get buckwild
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Do your ill dance (dance), don't think about the next man
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We must have unity and think of the bigger plan
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The vision, we will fall (fall) we must stick together, see
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I'd like to take this time (time) to say what's up to Kool G
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The name is Q-Tip (Tip), The Midnight Marauder
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Give enough respect ('spect) to Afrika Bambaataa (Afrika Bambaata)
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As a man in the world (world), I must do my job
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Take care of Mama Duke (Duke), I won't resort to rob
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Bob you'll get your dough (dough), Mase is my witness
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Obsessed with the rap (rap), for its the mental fitness
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Like shootin cee-lo (lo), and always hittin headcracks
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The industry is luck (luck), winning with the fake raps
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Peace to the crews (crews), who pump the real hip hop
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Not sellin out (out) from hardrock to disc jock...
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(From disc jock to hardrock, from hardrock to disc jock)
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Phife:
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I don't know what to say, but here I go freak it
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If the papes come, then you know I'll seek it
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I'm just a short brotha, dark skin face
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Weigh a buck-fifty, 36 waist
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Hair is crazy curly
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Flip like Mr. Furley
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To this day, I still believe that no MC can serve me
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Brothas try to front, but everybody know (know)
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I get more props than the Arsenio Hall Show
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Party animal I was, but now I chill at home
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All I do is write rhymes, eat, drink, shit and bone
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Found my thrill in Amityville, I'm always in the Island
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Fudge and Monkey know the time, they know who keeps 'em smilin
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Go out on my own, somethin that I gotta do
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Do what the hell I want and have no one to listen to
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I'm prompt with my business and I do things on the double
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Yo, I'm out like Buster Douglass, I say peace to MC Trouble
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Rest in Peace
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Q-Tip:
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Word Up, rest in Peace, and you know what else?
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We got, we got, we got the vibe (vibe)
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All the people in Long Island, we got the vibe (vibe)
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Brooklyn and Queens, we got the vibe (vibe)
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Uptown and New York, we got the vibe (vibe)
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People upstate, we got the vibe (vibe)
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If you're in DC, you got the vibe (vibe)
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Maryland, Virginia, Carolina vibe (vibe)
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Out West, we got the vibe (vibe)
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In the Bahamas, we got the vibe (vibe)
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Over in Europe, you know what? We got the vibe
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And we gotta keep it alive, it goes on...
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Of rap I'm a fan, I've seen a whole lot of subs
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Goods with the girls, I got a whole lot of 'em
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From fat to skinny, Freeda to Winnie (Winnie)
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Emma to Cindy, Constance to Wendy (Wendy)
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Cuz I be more friendly (friendly), never on the snotty side
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I don't brag to brothas about the little papes I got (got)
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My vocal styles can vary, the sight is never scary (scary)
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It's only legendary ('dary), my father well prepared me ('pared me)
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My job ain't temporary, I'm here for the long shot
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Better yet, the long term, I don't have a perm (perm)
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In a way I do, call 'em the perma-naps
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I'm crazy slap-happy and I'm scrappy when I'm nappy
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When I get the mic in my hand and the crowd |