Listen up, learn, you'll get your turn
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I'm sendin this out to all it may concern
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The party master Everlast is here
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Before we begin I'm gonna make this clear
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I take no short cuts, Bilal adds dope cuts
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If girls were around I'd grab and grope butts
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And if she got a man and he tries to step up
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It's ashes to ashes and dust gets swept up
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Tryin to step to me, boy, you must be sick
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Got a nine in my pocket, takin heads out quick
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I make my music loud, my parents proud
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There's not an artist alive drawing a better crowd
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Than the Everlasting operator droppin a groove
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To make you get up and dance while I bust this move
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And talk about myself, I don't need a partner
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Bilal has the cuts, then I'll help start the
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Show, let a lyric flow and you'll know
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I make you jump up out your seats, scream and say "ho!"
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You fall back down completely exhausted
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Once you had the sound, but now it seems you lost it
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You're worn out, you can't take no more
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Since Everlast and Bilal took control of the floor
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So jump out your seat, move your feet cause the beat's complete
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I'm never missin a beat
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(Never missin a beat) --> George Clinton
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There's no need for askin, I'm the Everlastin
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My mind is a poll and I'm gonna cast in
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The ocean of words and pull out a new rhyme
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And if it feels good, then I'll do it two times
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Or maybe three, four, or even five times
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When I'm done Bilal cuts up my rhyme
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He's my partner, not a stand-in
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On a 'highway to heaven' just like Mike Landon
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And when it comes to battles my boy's a sure win
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He's been in more scandals than J.R. Ewing
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Busted up more parties than five-o
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When it comes to a fight my boy's good to go
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So step on stage, we duke it out like men
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I beat you down with every word that flows out my pen
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And I was the Green Hornet Bilal'd be Kato
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Right by my side kickin up dust
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And if a sucker acts stupid, grab my gat and bust
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You can't run away cause my clip holds ten rhymes
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If you been beaten once, I'll beat you ten times
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Worse than you ever been beaten before
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I don't drop my mic unless my throat gets sore
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And that don't happen because when I'm rappin
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My rhymes'd beat Gregory Hines if they was tappin
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So jump our your seat, move your feet cause the beat's complete
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I'm never missin a beat
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(Ain't it funky)
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Lyrical and linguistic, somewhat artistic
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Some call me a devil, others call me mystic-
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al like a crystal ball
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And if you step to me you'll take a fall
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Just like the Roman Empire
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Feel the wrath of a devil's hellfire
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Callin me a devil, some think it's a diss
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To me it's just a name, it's not stones and sticks
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You can't hurt me, I got a positive outlook
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Readin my good book
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Or maybe some philosophy like Socrates and Plato
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Step to me with drugs, I just say no
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But I'll drink some lemonade if it's ( ? )
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I'm down with DLC and the Styler
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The D-i-v-Einstein of rhyme
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Is down with me cause he knows that I'm
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On my way I will not stray
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From the path of knowledge that'll earn my pay
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I think for myself, I take advice
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And if I did it wrong once, then I do it twice
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I check my steps, make sure they're correct
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And that's why me and DLC get respect
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So jump our your seat, move your feet cause the beat's complete
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I'm never missin a beat
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Never Missin' A Beat
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| House Of Pain |
