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Welcome to the world of Track Masters
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Where the flavor gods are always watching
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(I don't think they're ready)
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Drama
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Yeah! Prepare yourself for a new millennium
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I mean a place where only Allure can get down
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(Hooooo Whooooo Yeah!)
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I mean these sisters sing like canaries
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And look like French pastry
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If you know what I mena, Daddy
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One time
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Yeah! You see there are four major elements to Allure
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That's Linnie, Lalisha, Akissa and Alia
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(Give it to me baby)
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And if you don't dig this mess you got the wrong damn address
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Can ya feel me
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Allure!
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Get it right, cognac for inner sight
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Fuck the chaser I lust for paper
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React when shit is tight
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Seekin' chronic Q.B. my fleet speak ebonics
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Contemplate blowing slugs or leaving beef behind us
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Optimism watch out for opposition
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5% discipline, play the cut
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My rocks glisten
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What's became of me
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Pursue my dreams somewhat stubbornly
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Runnin' from chick to chick
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Trickin' mega currency, born to be rich
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Somewhat distinguished to them younger cats
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To satisfy they hunger, inhaling hundred sacks
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But whose rules consume the savage beast
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It's Allure, the Album (Nature), the Masterpiece
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It's nature Y'all, once again Nature.
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Introduction
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Allure |