[Intro]
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("Y-Y-Y-Y-You're blind, baby")
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"You're blind, baby! You're blind from the facts" - [Flavor Flav]
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[Heavy D]
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In comes, what comes another humdrum
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Diddy-dum-drum, some young bum got stung
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One, two, three, four, five, SIX
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Hard as the Heavy HITS, comin with bag of tricks and pretty chicks
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In control of my whole stroll, know I got nuff soul
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A brother got bold, but he dug a hole
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Instead of a victory, he got e-victed, B
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I'm not pressed, I'm on a (Peaceful Journey)
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Lock like a bad lock, gotta make ya head bop
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Not Fred Flintstone, but I make the (bed rock)
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Rock to the rhythm, hell is what I give 'em
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I'm really sick and tired of the isms skizzisms
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Check microphone check microphone check it out
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Hev's got the huns half the brothers love to talk about
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Skeeze me (WHAT?) Tease me (WHAT?) Do a dime please me?
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Rub-a-dub-dub, it ain't easy
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Flex if you're flexin, sex if you're sexin
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Things are goin on in the Heavy D section
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Microphone check one, microphone check two three
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You can't see what I can see
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[Chorus: Repeat 4X]
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You can't see what I can see!
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"You're blind, baby! You're blind from the facts" - [Flavor Flav]
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[Heavy D]
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Here I go, here I go, here I go again then
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With a grin-grin, I might bag Rin Tin Tin
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Emergency run run, dial 911
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The H-to the E-to the A- to the V- to the Y, wants a honeybun
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Yes I am, yes I am, the big belly man
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Hot damn, here I am with the mic in my hand
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Abracadabra-ic, silk my favorite fab-ric
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Hun had fun, she was done, readin Moby Dick
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Me and my crew played a game called Flipper
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When we come around, you better tighten up your zipper
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I'll rip shreds in bed, Jack the Ripper
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Yes I drink Coke, but I'm not a coke sniffer
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Mac daddy-o, on the patio, sippin tea with Sweet'n'Low
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when I lay low, they hollerin, "Where they go?"
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Hev says peace to Big Kev in the barbershop
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Can't forget Mike, Faze-O, and Scott
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Twist and turn, long and yearn
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You had your turn, now it's my turn
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Microphone check one, microphone check two three
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You can't see what I can see
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[Chorus, then Breakdown]
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[Heavy D]
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Yes, on a smooth tip, the Overweight Lover
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I'm on ya radio and on ya magazine cover
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Drink Coca-Colo, remain the rhyme solo
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Like fancy clothes and once in a while, I sports polo
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Drinks in the house, there's a stunt on the couch
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with a blunt in the mouth, check it out, check it out
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Peace to all the Nubian sisters, who be in
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Twists and turns and Uptown doobiens
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Follow the leader, UH-UH! I got the fever, UH-UH! UH-UH! UH-UH!
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I'm burnin up like a heater
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Microphone check one, microphone check two three
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You can't see what I can see
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[Chorus and ad-libs 'til end of song]
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You Can't See What I Can See
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| Heavy D |
