[BizMarkie]
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Let me tell you
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Yo Capri
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You know I just want you to say a couple
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just a couple rhymes though
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Naw nah nah nah
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I just want you just say one rhyme
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for the crew, for everybody
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Just just kick it like.. this
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[Kid Capri]
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SO WHAT, if the tweeters begin to scream
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If the bass sounds funky then you know what I mean
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Kid Capri got a crazy dope unique style
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I'm givin shouts to the brothers on Riker's Isle
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Now soon, you will know, who is the master
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In five minutes, you will be sure
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It's the same old routine, all of your are listenin
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And, you, want, MORE
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We talk about sex? Sure I get a lot of it
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Now, tell me, what else I can get out of it
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The name is Kid Capri, and sure you don't like it
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Seems very funny, while all of you bite it
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Not here to impress you or anyone else
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Only thing I gotta do is impress myself
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Now I know you other rappers wanna diss me hard
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Just because the Kid Capri, is doin his job
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I don't fear no evil, I don't even like you
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Just wanna know, why you wanna bite you
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dirty imitator, perfect perpetrator
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Said you're good, sucker rapper I'm greater
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You said you're fly, but why are you dyin?
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First you was laughin, now you are CRYIN
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Seems to me you wanna call in a truce
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You had to learn the hard way that Kid Capri gets loose
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Snatchin down suckers, all in that order
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Police gettin banned, from crossin the border
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Yeah I get tough don't make this a issue
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My name is Kid Capri, K.C. is my initials
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Sucker MC's violatin my powers
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Studyin my style, for hours, and hours
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Comin in here, tryin to battle the king
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And I say to myself what a ding-a-ling
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Yeah, Lords of Funk better than before
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Takin belts from chumps, walkin out the door
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Try to step to the Kings but you didn't know how
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Well the Lords is back, so whatcha gonna do now?
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I got a beef with those that try to, show that ass
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and try to, diss on my brothers, from back in the past
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You're a kid that didn't know you would, be a star
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But now, rip you to shreds no matter who you are
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First of all, your style, PLEASE explain
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why do you always wanna sound like Big Daddy Kane?
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Or KRS-One, or even Rakim
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To tell the truth you're just like ALL the rest of them
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Tell me WHY you wanna bite somebody else that's great
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I got one word for it: IMITATE!
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You brag and boast about how good you are
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and how you struggled, so hard, to be a star
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Sweatin mellow fellow rappers that's down with the crew
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Give it a couple of days, you'll be sweatin me too
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You see rap rotates like a spinnin wheel
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One day you're fake, the next day you're for real
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You got NERVE, who gave you, the right to bite
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any style, another entertainer recite
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Let's face it tell the truth, I'm Kid Capri
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I'm a person, a lot of y'all wish you could be
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I took him out I took them out, and the rest of his crew
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And if I took them all out, THEN WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?
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PLEASE, get away don't even think of it boy
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I'm not doin it for pay, I'm doin it for joy
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Just, get on your knees, and beg for less
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and say to hell with it man, Kid Capri's the best
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I rock on, cause I'm the best of the West
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I rock on with the triple that's on my chest
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I rock on, and as I get on down
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and I can take an adverb and make it sound like a noun
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Ah yes yes y'all, it gets fresher than fly
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Kid Capri is in the house and you wonder why
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nobody else could rock a party, like me
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The original, tapemaster Kid Capri
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So check it out..
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Yo Capri, Capri that was def
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Yo, slam the headphones, we outta here
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Peace
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Get 'Em
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| Kid Capri |
