(feat. Jean Grae)
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[Intro: Jean Grae]
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That is great
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Good for you! Okay, get out of the way though
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Ehehe, thank you
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Excuse me, excuse me
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[Jean Grae]
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Been a long time (yes) shouldn't have left you
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Without a dope beat to step to
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Say - uhh, shouldn't have left you
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without a dope beat to step to, sayin
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(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) C'mon, the word is back
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(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Yeah, y'know you heard of that
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(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Ohh! Uh, you know the word is back
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(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Yes, I know you heard of that
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Psychopath, ride a tricycle in a biker's club
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Mike Tyson face tatted addict, like it tough
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Hey scatterbrain, don't get your grey matter punched up
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'til you hunched, talk-talkin like you punch drunk
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One love - two maybe if I'm drunk enough
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Naked watchin three, painted ladies do the bump and grub
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Mean muggin Jean - the Heebs call meshugenah
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Bookin her in the Catskills like "Look at her rap skills!"
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He's rockin a backpack, a nerd in the rat pack
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Jean Martine de Begerac, you heard of her murder rap
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I murder rap, you learn it, confirm it and burn its audio
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Music for your convertible, music for burnin cardio!
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Don't use it for burners - they'll find me in your stereo
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and blame me for the murder sock me up and get me carried off
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I know I said murder befo' - murder murder, FUCK IT murder
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Make it fo', insert a learning curve
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Mine is so high you get vertigo, assertive girl a-fern to blow
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Eternally superlative, blindfolded learn to drive
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at night up on a girder bridge, heard a "NO!"
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Talib dirty nervousness, yes the boys are back
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Oh yes the boys in black, the boy's a {motherfuckin} rap star
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Teeny rock star, minus the f'real and all the cop cars
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Rocks off, lock bars with the realest (hach-too) in the spot
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Really y'all should get on your knees and just pray for forgiveness sayin
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[Chorus: Jean Grae]
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(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) I said the word is back
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(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Uh oh, you heard of that
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(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) I said the word is back
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(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Uh oh you heard of that ohh
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(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) I said uh oh
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(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Oh yeah you heard of that ohh
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(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) I said uh oh
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(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Oh yeah you heard of that, ohhhh
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[Talib Kweli]
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I'm a, man of God who asked the Devil for some face time
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It's shade time you never see him comin cause you fake, blind
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The mainline, Bloods are wavin flags like K'Naan
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The Crips throwin gang signs, the Beast in the street
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there to keep like a canine, and low like the bassline
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Jean and Kwe' think alike like great minds
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The crown is on my head, what makes you think that you can take mine?
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They know they'll never win but still they racist like a hate crime
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Runnin track like Tyra in (Higher Learning)
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We bleeding gasoline so we keepin the fire burnin
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We speedin like Valvoline and we speak fo' a higher purpose
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You believe in magazines that deliver entire sermons
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Give me some Vasoline cause your shit is dryer than deserts
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You never fired a weapon in your life! So
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picturin yourself as a gangster the only way that you shootin
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My intelligent design is a product of evolution
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Psychotic, erotic, catch phrases just to, get at your girl
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Create solutions for a digital world
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So baby even when I'm spittin game I'm addin on
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Rappers goin hard pure for the dope, I got an acronym for Capricorn
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{?} And Prepared, Rigorous, Innovative
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Captivatin, Ordinary, Regular, Nigga just
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throwin daily your chick goin crazy yo
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Handle her like Chelsea Lately
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Rockin the fresh kicks like you felt her baby
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We'll wait until you done bein whack
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We got every hand up from the front to the back
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If you wonderin why you just dressin funny in rap
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You need attention dog, there ain't no more, money in rap
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So if you're mixin with GarageBand, videos on the Flip cam
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I'm a big fan - you got more (Hart) than (Bret - The Hitman)
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But shit damn, it's the pinnacle, it gets no better
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I'm boastin, but still stay humble
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Never spinnin, I'm always coastin
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[Chorus - first half with ad libs]
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[Jean Grae]
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