Straight up
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You'll get ate up
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Wait up
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Hold up
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(Here I go)
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(Here I go)
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(Here I go again)--> Lords Of The Underground
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[ VERSE 1 ]
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Greetings, welcome to the proceedings
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You won't be needing your seating
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For this lyrical meeting, there's no eating
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And no biting, fighting is in the lobby
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I didn't know that so much dough was in a hobby
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My last rhyme was a pasttime, yet at present
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I present the scent - smell
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The funk from below hell
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>From where I fell
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But I still got my soul
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So I'm never gonna sell
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I'd rather tell it just like it is
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Plus it's my mic, so act like it is
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You can ask Giz, you can ask anybody
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I rock any party, word to Miz
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(It ain't he Biz) So what it is?
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Straight up, you'll get ate up just like breakfast
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If it's a bunch, then that's lunch, and in the next is
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Dinner, now who's the lucky winner for the evening?
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Flex and you won't be leaving, or even breathing
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I had to come back, so there ain't no misbelieving
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(Here I go)
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(Here I go)
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(Here I go again)
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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You thought I was gone, but my word is bond
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I was in the deadzone, with the headphones on
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Just meditating, then I be waiting for a
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Light snorer, then it's off to Bora-Bora
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Beyond the dawn, past the corn and wheat fields
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The street feels great, how the beat feels?
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Get the reels and the deals is done
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I be back, hon, I gotta drop it on the one
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So give me my hat and my gun, I gotta run
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I got a ton of styles, but you can't get none
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I wipe you out like a disc, tisk-tisk
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Tough stains need whisk', but I can't take the risk
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I gotta take em out myself to make sure
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I break them legs like eggs when they raw
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Billy McGhee McGhaw, they all cried
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They all died, they all tried
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But they got cut like King Tut, then wrapped
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>From a dummy to a mummy, let's see how you adapt
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I cut the crap, and act like you know then
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Here we go then, I'm explodin
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(Here I go)
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(Here I go)
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(Here I go again)
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[ VERSE 3 ]
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It's about time to drop the rhyme
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And take cover, shelter, atomic melter
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Shutdown, what now, I got nut now
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Two nine-fitties just like titties
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Rockin the sound I break down in the cracks on the trackboard
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Like Shaq on a backboard
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I shatter musical matter
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And make it even fatter than it was
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Word up, cuz, I got a buzz
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That is what the ism does
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So I'm in a trance, I need a chance to escape
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They said I'd be alright if I just made another tape
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But I don't think it's gonnda do it
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I been through it
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I get a shock everytime I rock
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I'm unstable, and unable to relax
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I hear tracks and relapse
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Perhaps I got the raps, quick
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I'm bout to have another fit...
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(Here I go)
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(Here I go)
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(Here I go again)
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Here I Go Again
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| Special Ed |
