[Punch] Yo! We about to rock this joint, from the family. And
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we want ya'll all to know, that it's time...
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CHORUS (all):
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To rock rock ya'll
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Freak freak ya'll
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To the beat ya'll
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It's unique ya'll (2x)
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[Punch]
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A-yo praise the master, make plans wit' your pastor
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My rap'll blast ya, send you to the hereafter
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I push a tractor, for horses grazin' in the pasture
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Ya heard I was trickin', the whole room filled with laughter
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In ciphers, I'm the one you don't rhyme after
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You only know half of the math, it don't add up
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The lead batter, my hits make ya frame shatter
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Watch me now! Just begun like Jimmy Castor
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I'm bad luck just like walkin' under ladders
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Mad rappers, book of life, last chapter
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Me and my squad build just like contractors
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I break shit, you only give hairline fractures
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Women flash us, don't know ya better ask us
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A bastard, wit' more contacts than Lens Crafters
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Tear down the rafters, venerials couldn't clap us
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You need practice, hit chicks then I'm Casper
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[Jane Doe]
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The church of scientology, feminine biology
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Manic depressive psychologically, A.D.D. alive and we
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Polluted by technology, the fumes and its ecology
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While your thought you was out of copy I get nastier than sodomy
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Probably an oddesey, started back on robbery
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Was the degree of the economy that do the sovereignty
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Regarded as a prodigy, leery in sociology
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Let the wallabees always conceal my gynecology
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Rhymin' pathologically, that's how it gotta be!
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Never makin' no apology, worshippin' my anthropology
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Fuck modesty, studyin' microbiology
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Causin' verbal lobotomy, it's in my geneology
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Six months of sobriety, movin' very methodically
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Like a unicorn, more ways than oceanography
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Guard technology, rip shows antibiotically
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True thugs bionically, give birth to criminology
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[Words]
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Yo as a youngin', I swear to God you couldn't tell me nothin'
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I swore I was gettin' somethin', clothes or humpin'
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For girls with the church, slacks with some shirts tucked in
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I set it up for money, my mom worked when I was cuttin'
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Unsigned strugglin', for the heat I lit the oven
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One would by the CD, the other would do the dubbin'
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Before I met Rob, I was in the clubs frontin'
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Oh yeah I know the Tip, when I see him I be duckin'
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But now when I'm clubbin', those that used to dis were buggin'
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Overweight chicks, spandex, they stomachs sucked in
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Stay interruptin', dance and try to cut in
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Told people you got in free when you really snuck in
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[Q-Tip]
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We never get concerned about who's in the league
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We just stay workin' so no one will need
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An unconcerned outsider givin' niggaz feed
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My niggaz puff weed but negotiate the seed
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The family is granite and you can't intercede
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I try to switch lanes at this operatin' speed
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Cats in the game be gamblin' with greed
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We the house, you the player and we gonna catch these
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Who's the Sam Sneed makin' microphones bleed
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Poker face creed while my mind just read
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Shorty got rhythm but her freak got freed
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That's insignificant but this take heed
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[Mos Def]
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They say I'm pretty like Clay is, bright like the day is
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Beats from my fleet be sweet like Sugar Ray is
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I'm swingin' this from Bay Ridge to where the Oakland Bay is
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My game is tough to play, I'm tough to weigh like your safe is
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The aim is, to make you recognize what the name is
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Mos Def gon' set it straight from where the 718 is
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The place with the great superiginate the flavors
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An all-star block with some all-star laymans
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(Turn the music down!) This is probably some haters
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Achin' cuz they hear us rotatin' on the playlist
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>From B-boy laces to Detroit gators
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Yo Tip I got to bail, where the scale? Help me weigh this...
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Yo! We wan't ya'll to know...that this is the family, right?
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And what we want everybody out there to do...on the dance floor...
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is get ready...because noooowwwwww we gonna...
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CHORUS (6x) to fade out
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Rock Rock Y'All
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A Tribe Called Quest |