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(The Mothership Connection)
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[ VERSE 1 ]
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There's no way you can skip the subject
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You move your hips to this cause you love it
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Admire it
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And I'm the one who inspired it
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It's the YoYo
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This isn't a promo
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Come on down, so you can play _The Price is Right_
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I get twice as nice, I'ma get nice tonight
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Get with this, dig the style and the lecture
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Feel the texture and you can see how it affects the
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??? applies the plans and pan it left to right
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And then a close up
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I get the most of
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A style, so focus on the one who broke the barrier
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I'm preparin ya
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Illustratin many ways of tearin the
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Mic, rippin it, put a clip in it
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Load the ammo, let it slam when I be kickin it
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Stick it in your Jeep or your Benzo
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It's in so
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Deep you can bet
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YoYo never break a sweat
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Quiet is kept
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But you thought that you had enough
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Problems, withstand me
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You must go to plan b
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Shake away and break away and take away
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A brother who fold
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So make way for the Motherlode
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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Here's a piece or a chunk of the funkiness
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You can't understand how a sister came up with this
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Style
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That's so wild
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It leaves you shiverin and danglin
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>From the way that I be stranglin
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MC's and take their breath away literally
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Many step up but they can't get a bit of me
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MC's dash light like this is their last night
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On Earth, but they get turned out like a flash light
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Don't consume this, it's toxic and poisonous
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There's no need to bring all your girls to this
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Cause I'll dis you and fry you on a skillet like a piece of pork
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I don't care if you're from East New York
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I don't flinch or move an inch cause this bitch
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Is from LA, so make way for the monkey wrench
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And fit it your program
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I'm swoopin in the Mothership as if it was a Brougham
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It's funk that's pumped to the top of the dome
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And you can bet your last dollar on the fact that it's on
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So admit you was taken by the storm
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Of the form of the Motherlode
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[ VERSE 3 ]
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You had to make way
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So sit down and take a
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Number
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You was asleep and so you slumber
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Silently
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You can't match me or tie with me
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There's a fungus among us
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So don't try to tongue this
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Phrase or speak it, try to freak it
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It's unique cause I've got the secret
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You're peekin eye for eye as I plan this
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Open wide as I try to cram this
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Microphone down your throat with forcefulness
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You can't afford this, so write a report of this
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Tell the world how I dissed and dismissed ya
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And brought you turbulence, sort of like a twister
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Sisters smother me and cover me and shower me with praises
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For the way that I played ya
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YoYo's a mother when it comes to the discovery of dopeness
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So don't deliver any close
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Any similar, any mine, any form, any shape, any tape
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With the Street Knowledge label is a caper
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Thought about a mother and a brother who's belligerent
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Focus on a female, watch as I deliver it
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Del the Homo Sapien and Jinx got the back of the Motherlode
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Step to the front, so I could shove the load
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Of shit you delivered up the ass where it came from
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Straight to the rectum
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That's what you expected of
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The Motherlode
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Make Way for the Motherlode
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Yo Yo |