The streets talk,
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And they hear
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And They watch,
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So stay clear
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Cuz they need,
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The streets feed
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A street thief
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and what they need
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[Dice Raw]
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And everybody get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up.
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Everybody get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up.
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Everybody get up.
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[Black Thought]
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Uh, I get up.
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Read the mornin' paper,
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Kiss my baby girl.
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Tell my lady friend I'm gone till I save the world.
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Jump in my hotrod wheel,
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Lookin' super thorough.
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Rockin' a long black cape like the Duke of Earl.
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My cool don't drop,
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I spit where the future twirl.
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I smash glass in my hands to produce a pearl.
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I do the james on stage, then I do the ??.
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You can tell I'm bonafide live, cuz I'm too fo' real.
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So the truth prevail, I never fail.
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Ask me to key the blaze in the trail.
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I never tell,
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Like the digits on the check in the mail.
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I give 'em hell,
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With the clever rhymes in the squad situated ??.
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White on white ?? throwin' elbows.
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You wanna holla, you can do the rebel yell bro.
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I'm not concerned,
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When will y'all learn.
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Roots Crew muthafuckas,
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It's the Grand Return.
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The streets talk,
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And they hear
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And They watch,
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So stay clear
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Cuz they need,
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The streets feed
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A street thief
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and what they need
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[Dice Raw]
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And everybody get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up.
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Everybody get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up.
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Everybody get up.
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The Grand Return
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| The Roots |
