[Chorus 1]
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On and just on, and [x10]
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I'm a swing it
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Wach me bring to the next level
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To grab DeNevel's
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Getting funky like the devil
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Brothers from the Bijou
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So why you wanna trip
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Just play the side lines
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Kid, and wait for me to slip
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Cause I can feel it in the ait tonight
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But yo I'm not Phil Collins
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Or, unlike Henry Rollins
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Cause I'm search and destroy
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You wanna toy wit the plot
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Tryin to get what I got
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You might get- shot
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Hot damn manna's son
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Ya got ebonics
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They teach ya how to write
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I'm writing like I'm hooked on phonics
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Mother goose aint got shit on me
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Cause I'll get loose at the jam
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And wreck the whole party
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I make 'em jump and mosh
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Oh my gosh
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Just slammin in the pit
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While I'm kickin my shit
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They buggin in the isles
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Cause I got madd styles
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And aint a damn thing funny
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I get money in piles
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Some poeple thought I'd die
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Thats just a rumour, though
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Others thought I'd follow up
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But now I'm numero-
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Uno, Dos, not Quatro
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Word to Kool Keith
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I'm a break up ya teeth
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When I die, Bury me (me)
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Hang my balls on the cherry tree (tree)
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Let them git ripe
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Then take a bite
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And if they don't taste right
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Then dont blame D
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You need to quit swingin,
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The styles that I'm bringin
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The Funk knuckled dragon
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Who gits on the wagon
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I'm not the 12 stepper
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Dont play me like a lever
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My mike sounds nice
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But it's not salt and pepper
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Well it's the man
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With the plan
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To get all your skins
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The tip on my dick
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Is where the line begins
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Wit all those former lines
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Take off that swine
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I'll git your ass Butt-naked
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Lets see if you can take it
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Cause I'll make you feel
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Like a natural woman
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Cause I keep it comin
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I'm the everlastin'
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Free style assasin
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With soul in my goal
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Is to bring a little passion
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To your girl's life
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like the daily soaps
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Throw down on the bed
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And tie her up with ropes
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[Chorus 2]
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The Lyrics keep on and just on and
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The Lyrics keep on and just on and
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The Lyrics keep on and just on and
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On and just on and on and just on and [x2]
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[Chorus 1]
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I'm just another ranger with the Derry face
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Punk motherfucker in the prime of my race
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You need step back, kid
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And give me some space
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and rock the cold shot
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At the party
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When I'm rockin the place
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Danny Boy's arrivin
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With the standar 65
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In the heft dont laugh kid
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The graft is survivin
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The out law bike
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With my bitch thats on the
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Highway to hell
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Cause I never tell
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Well it's the funk back breaker
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Weeded up like Jamaica
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Dont bring your woman to the party
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Cause I'll taker
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Hit the deck
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Cause I'm down wit the hoolies
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I got a trunk
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Full of funk
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Like the Groovey Doolies
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I'm not the man
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Brotha asked who was he
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Quik's got the hair do
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Just like Ruth Buzzy
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runnin' round
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Like you been to jail, son
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But ya hit the swatly
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To get your hair and your nails done
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Get off my sack
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Cause your shit is wack
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Ya diss me
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And I'm a diss you back
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[Chorus 1 (x2)]
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I'm A Swing It
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