[ VERSE 1 ]
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I was proven effective by a clinical test
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Because some couldn't come to believe I was the best
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So they tested me, and now they in the clinic
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They almost arrested me, because I did it
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But I didn't mean to do it
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But you had to mess with me, and then you blew it
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Now you got to chew it, and swallow it all
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I guess that's the way that you bounce the ball
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Or somethin like that, my mother always told me
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Your mother always told me, "Baby, hold me"
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Don't get mad because you don't get g's
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And I get extra cheese like pizza
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You can't keep your girl because you can't please her
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But let's get back to the fact that's been approven
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So let me prove it, come on, let's move it
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(Come on)
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(Yeah y'all, come on)--> Flavor Flav
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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I spent time with the rhyme like a person
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Rehearsin like a verse in a chapter
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Of a play, but I rap to
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Not make money
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Though you might find it funny
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But hey, I do it cause I like it, plus it is constructive
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Enriching to the mind, cause it's mentally productive
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And I am one who seeks special education
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Cause I can't learn from the system of my nation
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Or should I say my residence run by dead presidents
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Cause my mother and brother and father are
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>From the motherland of another land called Jamaica
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Some of them say God, some of them say Jah is the Maker
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But I say why say and who is to say
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Cause you make yourself what you are today
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And only to yourself do you have to prove it
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So come on, let's move it
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(Yeah y'all, come on)
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[ VERSE 3 ]
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Straight from the heart and a shot to the brain
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To the hand on the pen and then flaunt the fame
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And fortune, suckers I be schorchin and torchin
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On and on to victory, me, I be marchin
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Each and every day, reachin out to pay
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My respects and checks to everybody that helped me on the way
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To where I've gotten, thanks a lot and
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Everybody out there buyin records by the carton
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Thanks to the banks and thanks to the label
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Thank you everybody with my record on your turntable
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Thanks to the sellers and the distributors
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Everybody thank your moms cause she delivered us
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Thanks to your pops, he gave the drops of life
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Thanks ot the Lord, the sword, the double knife
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That I use to fight evil like I fight suckers
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Damn, I like jam, so I wanna thank Smuckers
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Thanks to my deejay and thanks to my producer
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Thanks to the girls cause you let me seduce ya
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Thanks to the posse around the way
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And thanks to the fans that paved the way
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You're coming to the jams, throw your hands in the air and prove it
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Come on, let's move it
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(Yeah y'all, come on)
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Come On, Let's Move It
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| Special Ed |
