[Intro:]
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Aye hold up hold up, wait through it
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Let me roud the buffer
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Let me do some shit real quick, man
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Let me do something real quick
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Who wanna battle me right now for ten G's?
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Aye, who wanna see me?
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Aye, you know I'm lying with y'all, I'm just bullshitting
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Having fun? Aye aye aye
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But check this out though, check this out, check this out
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I wanna give love to all the future generation DJ's that's coming up
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You know what I'm saying?
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And keep it coming, homie, keep it coming
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You know what I'm saying?
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That's what we call the don't-give-a-fuck style
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That's the dope shit right there
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[Hook x2:]
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If you forgot my lane, walk my style
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Warned this a few times, you figure it out
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If you forgot my lane, walk my style
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Warned this a few times, you figure it out
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[Bridge:]
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Whatever made you think I never bow down?
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Fuck with me
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Whatever made you think I never bow down?
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Down my niggas surprised
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Whatever made you think I never bow down?
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Duck duck duck, who's the man?
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Whatever made you think I never bow down?
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[Hook]
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[Verse 1 - Evidence:]
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I'm going back to scratching, rapping, clapping
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Got you realizing that Beat Junkies the sound
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So since he came into town, you know he's shutting it down
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And all the people can't get enough of his (hey!)
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Speed it up, slow it down, either way
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[Verse 2 - Rakaa Iriscience:]
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Put the needle on the record and the static sends chills through the body of a real DJ
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The selector's dream is to only play the records that they feel and still be paid
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Add it up, dance floors packed, plus armed if they want to come clash with us
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DJ Babu, Dilated, world famous Beat Junkies crew, now catch the rush
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[Hook]
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Figure It Out (Melvin's Theme)
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| Dilated Peoples |
