I'm chocolate like a bar but my name is not Roseanne
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My skin has a pigment reminiscent of a tan
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I plan to grow dreads but first a nappy 'fro
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The longer the hair the easier to scare a foe
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It grows from my head til it covers up my face
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People look and stare when I walk into the place
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I grace the stage I hates the age of charletons
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Now I feel the time has come for me to spar with'em
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Startin' with a swift up kick and an uppercut (Ouch!)
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Plus the funky beat that moves your torso and your upper butt
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Then I manipulate the spectators and I drop a real rhyme
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for the times are a-changin'
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I rearrange my style like a jigsaw
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People jock the styles and the rhymes 'cause it is raw
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Walkin' through the streets of Berkley where I lurk free
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Brothers try to jerk me to the side and try to hurt me
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But perky little devils only get to levels lower than
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the grower of the cannibus plants and I dismantle the stance
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that ya take, 'cause I ache the ear canals
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Many try to flex my neck, but fear the child, so yep
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[CHORUS]
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"Ahonetwo, Ahonetwo, I like it
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Ahonewo, Ahonetwo, funky human bein'"
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[DEL Talking:]
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Damn, fools be jockin' us, you know why they jockin' us? '
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Cause we got the straight ultra sound, fool. (Mind music!)
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We got the straight ultra sound, fool. We got the straight beat,
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fool. (Ha Ha!) We are the dopest, fool.
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(That's why all the fools at school be jockin' us)
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(Yo, check it, check it, check it) (Check this out).
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What's up Phesto, you know we the dopest...the whole universe. "
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The friendly, many, scopin' up horizons
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Keepin' eyes on the mischievious who flys on
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the tip like a pile of feces, I release these
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mad troops like Dr. Claw with the mad beats
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Sequence that we brings to the world like a flood
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I leap like a tigger and I land with a thud
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Collasal, causin' earthquakes and the earth shakes constant
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Kicks more ass than Charles Bronson
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I pounce like a cat 'cause I think I'm all that
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When it comes to the drums, when I see how y'all act
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The H to the I, oh my, oh man, it slams
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I never came candied like the yams
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Sambo, stands low, never to my lattitude
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Never was a nigga and I never had an attitude
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Never actin' mad at you unless you try to front
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on the D-E like you didn't know the day of the month
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Once they get a whiff of the shit, you know it's funky
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Please keep up your gall
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'cause I'ma ball them fools who hunt me
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Act like you do, or rather act like you know
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Del, Souls of Mischief, Extra Pro, down with Hiero
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(Hierogliphics in the house) It's like that y'all
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(It's like that y'all, ya don't stop
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Check it out y'all, ya don't stop
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Check it out, yo, ya don't stop
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Hierogliphics in the house, ya don't stop
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Souls of Mischief in the house, ya don't stop
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Extra Prolific in the house, ya don't stop
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T-L-E is in the house, you don't stop
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Morris J's in the house, ya don't stop
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Ahone Two, Ahone Two (Remastered Remix)
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Del tha Funkee Homosapien |