[DeLouie Avant Jr.]
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This is the part, we shake the charts
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And rock the people
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Shake the ground
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[Pop Da Brown Hornet]
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Brakes ya self for the one two punch
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I hit ya so hard, I make ya cough up ya lungs
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You should of never tried to confront this
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Top notch lyricist, with that foolishness
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I come with the uncontrollable, untamable
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Sometimes I'm feeling just like a wild animal
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Seek and destroy any fake B-Boy
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Let him say what he gotta say, and then rap his ass away
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I do things the old fashion
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You can come high tech, my shit still stays smashin
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And overwhelmin, ever since I came out, ya click start rebellin
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Word up, see, they taste the truth and the juice
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The joints Grain produce
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Keep girlies, movin in they hip hop boots
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Rap extraordinaire, who keepin shit tighter than mics
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Not just hooks and uppercuts, I bring it straight down the pipe
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Thru the unpredictable, be ya shit and critical
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I predict pain inflicted or Mr. Pitiful
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So get em diced to the high roller
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Get a call and send my seed to the microphone controller
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Watch me do damage, bring ya favorite MC
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I take advantage, and pin his ass straight to the canvas
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I want it all, even though I can't have it
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I guess that makes me an addict, who can't kick the habitat
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Hip hop keep me on high, I love it
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I gotta confess, spark the lah
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Chorus: DeLouie Avant Jr.
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Hold ground, to my people in the street
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Hold ground
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Hold ground, cuz shit is gettin deep
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Hold ground
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[No Smiles]
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Hold ground, while I take you to on another level
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Moves are made without the devil
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How can I get to you, should I fly like R. Kelly
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Put it in ya mouth like Akinyele
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I can't provoke it, when I contemplate
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Wait for souls, and read these scrolls that I make
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Say and word to gets me, every day demons want to get me
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Can't stop what they can't see, when I glide like a Frisbee
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Movin thru ya window like a breeze
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Bank accounts, needed over seas, so I can gravel as I please
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Total shutdown, total failure
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Freeze that thought, let it run thru ya mind for dead MC's
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Can you make it to 2 G's
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Watch ya soul, because everybody bleeds
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And that's real, don't force it
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See even on a sunny side it's shady, the hold grounds shaking
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[Pop Da Brown Hornet]
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I'm gettin like an arch rival, they think I'm after they title
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Fuck it, think they keep it, I'm still gonna freak it
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Explode like a firework, and make the party jerk
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So my man can get his dick up out the dirt
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It's all about a good time, that's why I like the rhyme nasty
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Get an oil massage and fuck till I'm ashy
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Thought he had me beat, just because he passed me
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I'm too crafty, quick to say ya like to keep it shafty
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In and out the cut, in and out the butt, what?
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I don't give a fuck, you can bring it if you wanna
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I'm already backed up in the corner
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Had's about enough and I can't stands it no longer
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Watered down MC's, I'm applyin the freeze
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How the fuck ya gonna live in sub zero degrees
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You know, you know
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How you gonna survive?, come on, how you gonna survive?
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Chorus 2X
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[DeLouie Avant Jr.]
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This is the part, we shake the charts
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And rock the people
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This is the part, we shake the charts
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And rock the people
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This is the, this is
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This is, this is
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This is, this is the
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Can't stop, can't stop
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Can't stop
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Hold ground
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This is the part, hold ground
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This is the, hold ground
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To my people in the street hold ground
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Shake the ground
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Hold ground, cuz shit is gettin deep
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Hold ground
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Shake the ground
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This is the part
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This is the part, we
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Hold Ground
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| Pop Da Brown Hornet |
