That's how I like it, hardcore hip hop
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Bassdrum kickin' so the party don't stop
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In the music that you hear comin' out the box
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I want bass that growls and a rhythm that rocks
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I like a crowd that can really shout
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If you like it get down, if you don't get out
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'Cause I'm here, and I wanna take control
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And I'm takin' back all the lyrics you stole
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Style, I don't really have one
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I write what I like and I get the job done
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With a hardcore rhyme that leads the pack
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Got the dance floor shakin' with the music 'cause
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That's how I like it
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Get back, get out of my way
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'Cause foolin' with fools is a game I don't play
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But some suckers still gang me thinkin' that I bend
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I knock 'em down, pick 'em up and then I beat 'em down again
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Spice is the name I was given
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And I got reputation for hardcore livin'
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Pumpin' up the bass drum, shakin' my car
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Got a rhythm comin' in on the guitar because I like to rock hard
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No sell out allowed
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My only mission in life is to rock the crowd
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I work great under pressure, no man I ain't jokin'
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You think you can beat me, what have you been smokin'
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Eight years ago I began writin' rhymes
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I was ten years old when I wrote my first rhyme
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Eight years later I've perfected the art
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And I'm here on stage cold tearin' it apart
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Spice is my name and Devo is my title
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I spend hours rehearsing for a rap recital
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Magic Mike mixed the music so the record sounds def
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Got my posse in effect backin' up what's left
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Bozhead, Ace, Baksai Nok
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M.C. Squared and Piles all help me rock
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That's the Dead Town posse from the Sudden Death crew
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We're together for you're pleasure and we're doin' what we do
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Best, breakin' down a dope beat
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Got the dance floor shakin' so you gotta move your feet
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I cause a lot of damage and the damage shows
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It's worse than Freddy Krueger pickin' your nose
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I'm not done
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I came here for one reason, that's to have fun
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While I was doin' mine people yellin' "Go homeboy!"
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While you were doin' yours they just yelled "Go home!"
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That's what happens when the Devo Spice busts a rhyme
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With rhythm and it's always on time
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So prepare yourself, don't act like a slob
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While I keep the party rockin' and I finish the job
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Spice is an M.C., get my gist
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Bet you never heard a white boy rap like this
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But now that you heard me, how do I compare
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I'm a white boy from Trumbull, sportin' red hair
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You think that I'm a sucker, you give me no respect
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You can call me what you want but don't call me collect
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I don't care, I'm only here to rap to the cut
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You wanna try to battle me, suck my what?
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People in the audience seldom get enough of me
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Makin' suckers into dead bodies is my specialty
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This is an example of the way that I rap
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And I do it like this every day because that's how I like it
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When I plan my attack
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I come prepared, never scared, and I'm always on track
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Devo Spice, the main rap contender
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Puttin' thoughts into words forcin' others to surrender
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People often think I can't do what I can
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I look like this because that's who I am
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Don't like what you see better close your eyes
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If you thought I was a sucker then you're in for a surprise
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Devo Spice M.D., M.D. stands for Majorly Demented
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I write my own rhymes, I don't steal them or rent them
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Bust a rap and disappear
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That's it for me homies, peace, and I'm outta here
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That's How I Like It
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| Sudden Death |
