Kit, where you goin'?
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Sorry, Michael, it's Rick the Ruler, I have to go
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Lights, camera, action, you're on,
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Get old Ricky D, what's wrong?
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The crowd's gone,
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So help me out Kit cause this thief has to be caught,
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Radio the chief of police, get a report,
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Chief of police said "Well, I'm sorry Ricky D cause I really can't
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help,"
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Ahh drats I think I'll take a long walk,
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Kit put your scan on all these rappers in New York,
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"But Michael's callin' me Rick, I got to go,
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If I get a word you'll definetly be the first to know,"
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Well on that night I felt really up tight,
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Hello?, "Rick, it's Vance Wright,
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Throw on your clothes, I found 'em, they're down town,"
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Word?, "Someone's havin' a concert and they're using your crown,"
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What?, you sure its mine?
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"Yo Rick, I know the shape of it,"
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You know your scratchers?, "Yeah, plus I got tape of it,"
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Get over my house quick, ride your motorcycle,
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Kit, Ricky Rick, pick up, forget old Michael,
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Well here came the DJ, trick to say the least,
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"Yo let me hear the tape," it's a complete masterpiece,
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Y'all figure this kinda is, but this I bound to overtake,
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I heard a (honk honk), that's Kit, so lets pray,
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Here go my rap Kit,
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Analyze a hit, so Kit what's the scoop?
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"Slick Rick, this one is it"
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Well my tummy was growlin while I'se chillin in my seat,
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We stopped by McDonald's so I could somethin' to eat,
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Skipped the line, the crowd started to break,
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Hey yo, let me get a Big Mac and a strawberry shake,
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Someone snatched me by my neck I thought I must be dead,
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Injected me with somethin', threw a bag over my head,
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I felt real weak, word, I couldn't even stand,
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I fell, next thing I'se being thrust inside a van,
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Unconscious, who could be this shady?,
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When I awoke I was in a room with this lady,
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"So your the boss, Rick Rick with all the clout?",
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Uh-huh know why'm I tied up and what's this all about?,
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And this she left the room this was my one chance for hope,
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I used my watch lighter to burn away the rope,
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Then I's free, I's free, an alarm was alerted,
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I made a flying leap through the window and it hurted,
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Someone threw a knife, who could be this trife,
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Then I ran and I ran cause I's petro (petrified) for my life,
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Stranded and raw I saw a phone not far,
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I radioed in to my supadelic car,
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Yo, what's with the concert, am I still in it to win it?,
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"Yes I'm in Manhattan and I'll be there in a minute,
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And oh, by the way, I re-listened to your hit, hey Rick,"
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What's the scoop?,
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"Oh man, this one is it!"
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Tight tight security, man, there was a [?],
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Came in with some candles and bum rushed the office,
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Grabbed up the one who liked to front and pretend,
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No, I don't know who it is, some brother lookin' like a hen,
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"Let me go, let me go, please," you must be dusted,
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Hand cuffed this brother cause the thief could not be trusted,
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Grabbed up my money and my crown that's how I dissed 'em,
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I went on the mike, and DJ, man, I'm on the system,
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I warmed up the techniques to show he ain't soft,
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The crowd was up and this is how it started off,
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(Who, who, who is the top choice of them all?)
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Yo Vance, cut, thanks a lot, who wanna die?,
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We up top, somewhat, forget me not,
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Class that I have won't last,
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Soon as I blast, from out the past, dash fast, and hear a last,
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Vance Wright, no man can bring you this,
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And Ricky Rick, clean shot, cause I'm the king of this
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Kit (What's The Scoop)
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| Slick Rick |
