(singing:UHUHUH!)
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(Gunshots)
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Reporter:
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This job closed out indeffinitly!
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Ced Gee:
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Check out this rap beat
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(Repeat 3x:YING HO!)
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Kool Keith:
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I turn my radio on, than turn it off
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Cause rappers are gettin' wack now, I'm commin' back now
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Step aside and hear from Rhythm X now, but not later I'm totally awsome
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And brain damage, I totally caused them
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Doo Doo on the microphone, I'm passing tissue
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Blow up my new style, and bust the issue
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While rappers get a ticket and form a line doe, but they can't see my thoughts are hard to find doe
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As I step back and urinate on MC's, awww I have to shake off my "pee pee"
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As you get dumb, your fifth mind gets sleepy
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Now dont you jock, and here's a number to beep me
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One at a time, get your papers and pens out
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Rappers with contacts, I'm pullin' your lens out
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Rectum out, any hole I check dem out
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Stabbing your brain with a nice sharp rhyme, but can't hang and further wasting time
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And that video, commin' out on the radio
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Wacky though, screamin' hard and silly though
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What can I say, when I'm hearin' your wack tape
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I copy, or duplicate, and how 'bout a remake
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Remix, refix, regroup, resound, rewind
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Take it out of my tape deck, cause I'm not impressed with the dutie you makin'
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Hollerin', screamin', steady shoutin' your lungs out
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Who cares, you sound stupid and bugged out
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With that same concepts, same rhyme, same style
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Look in the mirror, and listen close for a while
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As I flow, change my rhythm and show
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1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, MC's
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The miracle, dope and hype, that political not your type
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Rappers beware, Watch Your Back
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(Chorus repeat 3x: YING HO!)
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(Kool Keith)
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As I sneak up a step two, walk and suprize you
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Look on stage and see the X behind you
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Rappers know the deal, they makin' toy money
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Doin' promo, gigs for little boy money
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I know the game, but they tryin' to flex though
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The can't fool, the betterin' Rhythm X though
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Cause I'm tour, tourin' Europe and Denmark
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While you in New York, bitin' hard on my pen mark
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Copyin' rhymes, tryin' to be like Kool Keith
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I'll battle myself, now tell me is that cool chief
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While I lay calm, collect my cash from Polygram
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I treat MC's, like a girl with a diaphram
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No time for happy rhymes, dancin' and stinkin'
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You'll never know what the X'll be thinkin'
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While I move quick though, to find me a victo
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Posse of rappers, watch me show 'em who's slick though
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Give 'em my old style, switch and than complicate it
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How many brains are smart enough to reduplicate it
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You can't think striaght, and she can't see straight
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Look in the toilet, I'll bet you both can't pee straight
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Girl rapper 1, male solo 2, look at the odds and bring a group and a crew
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Cause I'm ready, runnin' hot like a thorough bread
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But you can't win, and beat the X with an arrow head
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Cause I ride around and check MC's like detectives
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Look at my fouls, check the other perspectives
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While I get a pen and mark an X on a wack list
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X on popcharts, and some on blacklists
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Many wanna perpatrate, your crossin' over
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Soundin' like babyface, yo flip 'em rover
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But I don't sing, and on a song like pebbles
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Acontradict, and talk stupid like rebels
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Tell me somethin', did you clock at the right time?
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Cause I get deppressed, and hit MC's with the right rhyme
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Look at you buggin', get me down with a fantasie
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Gangsta mac, yo probably lookin' at politics
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Circus clown, prostitutes on stage
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Watch Your Back
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(Chorus Repeat 2x)
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(Kool Keith)
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See I'ma pluck your card, you ain't sellin'
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Promotion and billboards, who you tellin'
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Hype as the hypest, as hype as you can get
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You still wack, don't try to lie to me black
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So what you get jerked, stupid pictures and word up
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But I like a compasit, "pee pee" on them and tear 'em up
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? please, Im on my ?
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I read for education, and metaphor, who cares who not I'd rather stay on the ground
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Cause money is green, and truth is the funky sound
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Don't even bother tryin' to gossip and diss me
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Cause I'mma get mad and throw a rhyme and a stunt gun
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