INTRO
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This is a throw-down, a showdown
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Hell no, I can't slow down
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It's gonna go
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"Down"
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"First Offence," "on the mix"
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"Down, go on and break"
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"Down"
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"O.K. party people in the house"
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"May I have your attention please"
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"In a moment the beat will be played in many parts"
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"Come on and break"
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"Many parts, many"
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"1", "2", "3"
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"Come on and break"
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[Maestro Fresh Wes]
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This jam is amplified, so just glide (glide)
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And let your backbone slide
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You listen to every word I say
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I every verb you heard I play snaps a vertabrae
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You try to cover, a hover me, a roast, a fake,
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a flag, then I run a post
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Toast, I'm the most
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D-E-F's how it goes
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No X's or O's or tic-tac-toes
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LTD knows, this ain't a game, I'm on a mission
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Call me a hip-hop, tip-tac-tition
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I rap just like a slab of clay that's shapeless
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Jeff ain't no shimmer, no glass is tasteless
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A universe without light is lightless
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That's why I always take time to write this
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I mold it in my hands before I start chiselin
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Could be a rain, or brainstorm, or drizzlin
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Sun could be shining, sun could be showerin
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Practice make perfect, and I'm powerin, flowerin
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My lyrics are awesome
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Tunin' from human, bloomin' a blossom
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Blowing away blockades and barracades
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Make ya black and blue from the blast and the blaze
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It's a bloodsport, bloods builds up back
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I make your vision go blurry
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while your brain goes black into oblivion
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Beats from box to box to bates
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Rocks from blocks and blocks
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Let your backbone slide
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[Maestro Fresh Wes]
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Just let it slide y'all, I don't give a (DAMN! damn)
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If ya backbone quiver
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Man oh man, watch ya swiver
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Wind some twine your spine while your slither
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It's contagious, an epidemic
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You try to lift, you're cool, but it fell again
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Rap scholar, soul like a Dominican
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But like I said before, I'm not American
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It's who you are, not the way you went
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We all originate from the same descent
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I make alot of cents, sense, and pence
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Gold (gold), myrrh and frakincense
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When I'm in France they blow me francs
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Frank, with your swiss account is the way I bank-pank
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At home, I make bills are brown from my sound
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In the states green like the grass in the ground
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When I'm in England, they pass me pounds now
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I clock cash in every town, so I slide (slide)
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But nowadays, I'm trapped
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(why's that?)
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So many suckers on my sacroiliac
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It's like a rap-sack, backpack
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(wic-wic-whack)
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Give me some slack jack
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Rap is like a jungle
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Where rhyme for rhyme is like a vine to vine
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Swung line to line of mine
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I'm collossal, you'se a mosquito
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I'mma play Tarzan, you play Cheetah
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Cheeta, biter, love to forge
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Better yet, I'll call you Curious George
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'Cause curiosty cold killed the cat
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Can't hide so black to the side
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Let your backbone slide
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[Maestro Fresh Wes]
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The keyword is synchronism
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Yo, check out my homeboy dance to the rythmn
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And hey, this hey, oh, this ain't Forte
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I'm coming double-f
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Fortissamo, F-F for funky fresh
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My DJ is LTD, mellow-flex
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you listen to the poetry, big jumbo jet
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Vocabulary golden, beats from my rollin
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Stone cold lyrics with the microphone I'm holdin
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Words I rip, egos I strip
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I make sucker crews kick, Dick Van Dyke flips
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I get busy, they're dizzy, they start to collide
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They should've stepped off (stepped off), I let it slide
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But now they got brasen, dry like a raisin
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I glaze like a vase, I smash you like days
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Until they realize, they shouldn't have ripped
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It's '89, not Beetoven's fifth or sixth
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It's a throwdown, I'm conducting it
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Because like a highrise, I'm constructing it
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Was once thoughts, pen, and paper
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Now it's a tower, a soul, a skyscraper
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It's getting out of hand after I've created a monster
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My musical monologue makes you wanna
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Move with the Maestro
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You feel hot so you set the blend, the cresendo is nice yo
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I'm the guy, the rhythm is a ride (the rhythm is a ride)
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To the fresh side, and let your backbone slide
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