[Wyclef Jean]
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I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees
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But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees
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Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company
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They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better
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Some write forward, some write backward
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I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo
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With a verse that's worse than the last one
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some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans
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and Hatians cause you thought I was American
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Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!!
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Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new
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But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!!
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[Pras]
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I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island
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Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'
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Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in
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Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'
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When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'
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Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'
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[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
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(BOOF BAF!!), another sound of a guy
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(BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck punk, try
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(BOOF BAF!!), another sound of a guy
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(BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck punk, try
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[Wyclef Jean]
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Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)
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If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)
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Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)
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Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site
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[Pras]
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One, two, I throw a flow to catch it
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Three, four, back she know before the track miss
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I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static
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(But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!!)
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[Lauryn Hill]
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Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie
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Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones
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See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue
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Hannibal heads, I be the kid from "Timbuktu"
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One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready
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Three, four, please the army - "Oh God", with Uzi's
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So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie
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get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy
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To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps
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I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man
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You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs
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And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman
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Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can
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[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
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(BOOF BAF!!), another sound of a guy
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(BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck punk, try
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(BOOF BAF!!), another sound of a guy
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(BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck punk, try
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[Wyclef Jean]
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Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)
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So let me re-light your viacom
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And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!!)
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And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!!)
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And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!!)
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And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!!)
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All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic
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You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic
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The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital
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Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical
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[Pras]
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Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)
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Rhyme and cultural, style and never old
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Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled
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[Wyclef Jean]
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I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke ?Juano?
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Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it
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Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?
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hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em
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down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and
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(Boo-shoo-coo-coo!!) SMOKE!!
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I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack
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[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
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(BOOF BAF!!), another sound of a guy
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(BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck punk, try
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(BOOF BAF!!), another sound of a guy
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(BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck punk, try
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[Mad Spider]
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Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood
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who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe
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Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five
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Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops
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I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was
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He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun
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| No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a la |
