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You got the vocab
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I got the vocab
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You got the vocab
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You know I got the vocab
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You got the vocab
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I got the vocab
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Hey, yo pass the mic so I can tell 'em I got the gift o' gab
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Monkey see, monkey what? Monkey, monkey be yourself. [x3]
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Hey yo catch me when I'm sober, but now I drink for the belt.
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So pass the root straight to the right hand side.
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Make no mistake that the buzz is a natural high.
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I said it's big emergency mind your busy body
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He hit me. I broke his nose. The referee's Mr Fuji.
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So hey to the blue jay, mocking bird don't mock.
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The last bird who mocked he got caught in my roughneck chicken pot.
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So Mr Rooster give me a crookedy croo at 6am
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He looked at me a laughin' said my music would make F.M.
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Station. You're Haitian. You'll never get nowhere.
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But I sweared on my grandmother grave we'd be here.
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So now when I back track
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I back track far enough to make a nigga run and leave his tongue back.
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You think I'm cool I think you're cruel so here's a shell cap.
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On your gluteus maximus and leave ya handicapped.
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Ratatatat.
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[Chorus]
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Hoboes above leave the boat for the Pope (?) [x3]
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Boat people here we go Hi De Hi De Hi De Ho Yeah
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Some quest for the truth, some bust a loop.
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And search for some knowledge that come runnin' in the woods.
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And if I should a choose to be one
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Then I will be a ?? hoodin' with books and look to kill.
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My proof is in my puddin'
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If I chill in the hood would you be say that I'm hoodin'?
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Now. Let me exercise a new style that will brutalise
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MCs into a warpath genocide.
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Nobody move, nobody get hurt. It's a homocide
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So jump jump punks ready to get stuck.
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Evil Kenevil was my man, someone for the stunts.
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I'm mostly fillies, I'm just straight up front, ha.
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Meat ya tryin' to light up you get blast like nitrogen.
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Runnin' for mercy, runnin' for oxygen.
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Bad L.A. meat you're better off comittin' suicide.
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I shoot the lip so high I strip you of your carbon dioxide
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Rock-a-bye the lullaby he be singin' 'Oh my'.
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Boof Baff another son a go die.
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What's the matter with the black man? (Black man) [x2]
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Now a statistic. So dreams of her become realistic.
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Poor bastard gets mystic I don't believe you checked the psychic
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Emancipate your mind. Don't set the limit. Reach the summit.
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Free your spirit 'cause your blunted
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From the lyrics I just stuttered.
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'Live off the streets' says the brother with the machete.
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'Live off the lady' says the brother with the glock in patrol.
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I live logically, no weak slave to poverty.
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You see it's very easy to slip between the asphalt sheet.
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Brothers from my way they used to get mad plays.
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Till they caught us bustin' doughnuts 'til the break of day.
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Brother, my brother, you played me undercover.
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She wouldn't be your lover so now you tried to dis her
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For sister. You missed her but ask yourself a question.
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Can I make a suggestion? I need a true confession.
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Is she skivs 'cause the skin that she's in makes you sin?
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Does you hit her just to get her integrate another sister?
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Mister. I asked him for a hanky. He asked if he could spank me.
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So why'd you disrespect me, sir?
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Were you thinking I'm misguided or were you tryin to hide it
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That you had no father figure.
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Which? Check out your wackness. It won't distrust my blackness.
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I wonder for a smack, but don't think that it would help this.
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What's the matter with the black man (Black man)
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All original gunman dem original good (Bahahahahahahaha) [x2]
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Come jackin' it up an' I bad an' me fell in ma booby trap
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With a rappin' up for the eight track play back laid back sit back
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An I'll ?? an me runnin' ?? as a matter a fact
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'Cause I trappin' a back like a cool six pack now bring it back. Woah!
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United we stand, divided we crumble.
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What's the flavour? More Babylon, more Babylon, more Babylon fall [x2]
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These days every man want to be a god.
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Lay down the gun every man on the floor.
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But the real gunman him not play Hollywood role.
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Because he pull out his gun and send another boy down.
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Watch us bleed. Another gunman go bleed.
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| Watch us bleed. If I used up all my dust I got ? |
