[After a bunch of P-Funk, Del kicks one verse]
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I've returned from the meadow with a fellow named X
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two turntables and a spark upon his set
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wet behind the ears from the tears of my peers
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rap is outta control that's what we fear
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so we collapse any actual threats
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with the new batch of catchy little quirks
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and it works like a charm as I bomb and alarm
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any listeners
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coming through crisper
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on your transistors
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so we can eliminate the frauds
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filled with pride as the audience applauds
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might sound odd to the average Joe Schmoe
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the new school passed ya ass like Flo Jo
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Dodo
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me and CM-PX both construct
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like Kid Creole and the Coconuts
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as we drop the bomb with a blast
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and now all the natives ask...
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[Chorus: "What is a booty and how do I know if I'm shaking it?. . .]
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What Is A Booty?
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| Del The Funky Homosapien |
