Chorus 2X: "Lyrics somebody want lyrics (yea yea)
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somebody want lyrics" -- KRS-One
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Verse One:
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Here I go the lyrical specialist with the perscription
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I give you the leagal drug addiction, nonfiction
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I got the shank, to your memory bank
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How sharp, don't be affraid of the dark
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Come in to the light, you still can't see
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It can't be, the historical, metaphorical, lyrical
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Yes the S, you know the rest, fuck the spellin'
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I'm tired of tellin' y'all who rule, cause you don't listen, fool
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Your dealin' with a nigga feelin' fury
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Surely, I purley destroy any toy with any game
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That's why I never lose, I never play, I savaday style while I maintain mine
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Same time yet, differ-rent, mag-nificent
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No quest unless it's the Tribe
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So check that vibe twice
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Cause I'm nice
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Whoever got beef
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Tell me the price
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And I'll raise you a mill, days to a kill, some praise to a bill
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Never, yea I'm as lyrical as ever
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Chorus
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Verse Two:
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You wanna start about, have you thought about
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Consequences, sentences, come to your sences, on the fences
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Cause I'm strictly throwin' hits
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Knowin' it's, unfair
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Gun here, throw in a extra clip
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Cause I'm next to flip
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Next time, bring in a next rhyme, cause I
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Float like dead body, sting like a tazer
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Sharper than a ... lazer
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Open heart ... major
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Surgery transplant cause you have none
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Theres one, shoot a fair one, that's a real one
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Grannit, with a enough heart to start
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But can you manage when I brandige your bandage
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And your stitch is open
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And your bitch is open
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Is she, somethins' fishy
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I don't like dis
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When I'm like dis they try to ammulate my likeness
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Clones
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Microphones break from my intake
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For phatter, mass matter, glass shatter
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Becareful, I got a airfole
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Listen, I got them lyrics that your missin'
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Chorus 3X
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Verse Three:
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You're commin' with your new sound
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You never threw dowm
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Why try, try my tie and hang em' high, in the closet
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Cause it, wasn't, I good idiea
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Who should I fear
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No one, the son of Jah
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Gimmie some la, and I get mystic
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Lyricdistic
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But wait, your not great, your not good
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I shot wood, put you out your misery history in the makin'
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Fuckin' with a crazy Jamacian
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See, they vanish when I brandish the hair trigga
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Yea nigga
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I'm goin hay wire
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Might fire
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Might not
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But it's white hot
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And with the right flow, the shit might blow
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So I detonate, then evacuate, leavin' ash, don't even ask
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Feel the blast, fast, I know you won't last
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But you can still try
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Somebody want lyrics
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Then come see the eye
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Chorus 3X
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Lyrics
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| Special Ed |
