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We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump(6X)
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We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump-da-bump-da-bump
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Bump-da-bump-da-bump
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Q-Tip:
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Yo, we preparin ourselves for this ultimate war
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The MCs are really lost and it's at a big cost
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We be rhymin at our show thinkin we gettin dough
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Movin throught every town off the fumes of...
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And accolades of the crowd with our chests out proud
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Yo, we bout to pack these joints so that these...sound loud
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Some kids be actin stank like a baby pant
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It's the rapper Abstract that make the joint get amped
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Yo, use your body maker and use your minds, to break true
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Yo, we gotta do the do
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Son, we livin in a time where mad folks talk (shit)
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Representin they crews or they East-West clicks
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Let me tell everybody from coast to coast
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About the lands we boast, but we don't own jack
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How the (fuck) we movin through makin moves like that?
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How the (hell) we movin through makin moves like that?
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Can you explain that? I doubt that, very highly
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We got jewels and Mo and the life is tight rowdy
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Everybody lookin (shitty) like a to' down committee
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Let's make these institutions, body slam for the smitties
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I got girls with plenty tails, smarts and big (titties)
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And they all stressin me, yo, really?
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What really goes on? (James Brown: I don't know)
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Q-Tip:
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One is for the beat and the two is for the rhyme
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Three is for the life, now we on this incline
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Never catch this kid stickin forks in swine
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Never ran my gibs in nuthin less than a dime
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A few of my brothas did that asshole one time
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Strivin miss sunrise, sometimes is known as crime
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The three twenty-five got that Windex shine
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And when I shot skelly, I had my boxes in lines
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All I wanna do is live life and be fair
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I used to stress girls with long legs and long hair
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Now, I want a woman with a spiritual flair
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God will never make it too hard for me to bare
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I'm hungry like a derelict whose stays in the diluse
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Some can count me out, but yo, I doubt that I lose
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The Westernized world got our minds confused
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You frontin on me, ak, then you don't get bruised
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The funny style cats, they be playin games like Chucky
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Government officials shoot their same old...
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Made of devil agents a.k.a. the devil flunky
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Stiff (ass) squares gettin mad cuz we funky
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This the crap game, then we got the top rolls
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The positive jumps the negative like frogs
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Resentin evil vibes, yo, that (shit) is at the morgue
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We celebrate laughin down in at the smorgas borg
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You still lookin (shitty) like a to' down committee
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Let's make this institution, buy the land for the smitties
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I got girls with tails, plenty smarts and big (titties)
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And they all stressin me...really
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chorus:
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What Really Goes On
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| A Tribe Called Quest |
