da poetry, by now you should know it's me, the brother of word
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giving thanks and praises to so many names and faces
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in different places
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from '84 to '99, it's been a very long time
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since the movement called hip hop arrived to this cold country of mine
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seen the old, the new, and now the true skool
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and for once I can say, something has changed
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or is it just me? in the place to be
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hardcore!
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am I about to take it in my face?
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question... where were you at the time of tha fat shoelaces
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when the hell was really raised
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huh, I know every face.. writers, breakers, dj's, emcees, flygirls
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representing, respecting unwritten laws
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rules, star wars..
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by even though, there's one thing I know, and it's been said before
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eliminate the distance,
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It's not where you're from, it's where you're at ..mentally..
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da poetry.
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nuff love, peace and respect. come correct
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you gotta pay your dues, if you got something to prove
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it is a competition, 'coz the business side can't see the mission
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a.k.a the b-boy vision(/wisdom)
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2000 and still counting...
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(after the phone rings:)
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Yo, it's S U C K S
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and I gotta run but come for the bomfunk crew
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so you'd better listen if you don't wanna be missing
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the perfect combination on the mission to rock the dancefloor
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to hit you right where it hurts
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I'll leave you begging for more
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like roger, but this is not a story of a rabbit
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gismo and b.o.w just got a habit
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of speeding up your heartbeat
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holding you no doubt yo bomfunk mc's do it to the crowd
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what up looking good catch me cooking food
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Spoken World
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| Bomfunk MC's |
