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"How did this bullshit happen?
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Explain to me. How did this bullshit happen?" (2X)
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"I despise a duck MC on the mic" > Defari 'Big Up'
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Verse 1:
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Rhymes and gems I run tracks like Ben Johnson
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Dick Vytel said my style was awesome
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P.T.P. MC
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Prime Time Precisely
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Word to Brothers I get Isely
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And voyage to Atlantis black sea world of panthers
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Where bothers don't question they answer
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Mathematically with lyrics of strategy
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The goal is to remedy the world of these wack MCs
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Exactly, Defari lyrical athlete
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Find me in the final heat of the Olympic track meet
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For MCs
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This kid he's not the average
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I'm on the rise son like my name was Backstage Laminate
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I got a cabinet of members all who posses spectacular vernacular
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Blazing through contenders
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I remember when hip hop was genuine
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When gimmicks were limited
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MCs were magnificent
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Shows were omnipotent
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The crowd was all feelin' it
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If a kid had skills on stage yo he'd reveal it
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But nowadays mad MCs need lessons in stage presence
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Instead of claimin' they represent
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While I enterprise, maintain, stay awake and wise
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What you hear is what you get
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No lies no disguise
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Hook: (x4)
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"How did this bullshit happen?
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Explain to me. How did this bullshit happen?"
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"Rhymes and Gems"
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"I despise a duck MC on the mic"
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Verse 2:
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I like the milk I like the lactate
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I like the milk type cords over a phat ass drum break
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With skill my mind spins like windmills
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For MC creeps I got noun and verb fills and brain pills
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I combine dentistry with crainiology
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Stacks of facts not mythology
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So when I catch wreck to enterprise the land of the sunset
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How much run should one don get?
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I say plenty
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That's word to Penny Hardaway
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Hip hop is an arena and every show is like game day
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On Sunday or Monday
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Whatever day I play at a professional level
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Here, in L.A.
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And that's a raw fact no fiction in this guy
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The essence of a pharaoh D to the E fari
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The only weapon I brandish is my vernacular
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Defari the tackler
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Duck MC capturer
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Hook
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Verse 3:
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Word to the Barbershop MCs I got the remedies for enemies
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Who possess flimsies
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Concepts I bomb step to detonate
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A vocal explosion as big as a tidal wave
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See I'm that kid that you know that you never even heard about
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Defari Heru will soon spread by word of mouth
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Through every ghetto street, backstreet and phat jeep
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I enterprise the west combine with strength plus finesse (Now how we go?)
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I 'm blessed by Allah Almighty
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Teaching class daily plus I'm writtin' rhymes nightly
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Mad MCs be lyin' everyday
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They be them same kids who drink pop off instead of Bombay
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Saffire
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The day will come when they expire
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Retire or get sliced by this lyrical barb wire
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They admire
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While I wire a fax to my everyday contacts
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Plans to make my cash triple stack
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Hook
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Outro:
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Thank you and good night.
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Gems
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Defari |