Check One, Two
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Ya lets do a quick sound check
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Ya just put on that beat I had
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Drop that beat, ya
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Yes yes y'all, back in the place
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It's for the heads y'all, ain't nobody safe
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Yes yes y'all, I'm back in the place
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It's for the heads y'all, heads y'all
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I like to welcome ya back, clear your calender
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Let me begin, dusting off the record break
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And plug my mic back in
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Another record from class, deja vu
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Came back to drop cuts like DJ Babu
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Jump right into the game of boy cott-in the industry
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But now a days I'm Boy Cott-in the industry
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I play with my rules, take the wins and losses
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Make kids get nauseous, when I begin to talk shit
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I'm a loud mouth, I say what I be thinkin'
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Figure the different I say it, better the words I'm sayin'
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So I'm a break it, got a lot of things to prove
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Still trying to show that classified is not a group
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Only one man, white boy without a sun tan
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One ramp, and rock shows with only one fan
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I'm Hip Hop
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There ain't another way to put it
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A product of the culture and stayin' deep rooted
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Raised off the music, rhymes beats and rhythm
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Harmony's and Melodies, mixed in to be different
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That's what kept me listening, I'm ready to go
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So let the confetti blow and get the show on the road
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Yes yes y'all, back in the place
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It's for the heads y'all, ain't nobody safe
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Yes yes y'all, I'm back in the place
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It's for the heads y'all, heads y'all, lets go
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Heads y'all
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Sound Check
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