And ya don't stop! (3X)
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"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E. Sermon
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And ya don't stop!
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"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E. Sermon
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And ya don't stop!
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[El Da Sensai]
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Yo, pitchin the mission itchin for niggaz to mention
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These rhymes don't catch attention incidental composition
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But alas I kick that, pro rap, boogie for the rookies
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Who can't adapt fully, basically that shit be bull, see
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[Lord Jamar]
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Ya see this track be pullin me like gravitation
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Collaboration with the Artifacts, bustin on this Lord Finesse creation
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Causin heart attacks and palpatations
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Amalgamation like steel, we calibratin mics to keep it real
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[Tame One]
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I feel blessed by Finesse and Lord Jamar, sess my interest
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is invested in, testin men like lab specimens
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My daily regiment of elemental babble
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keeps MC's rattled, I'm breakin my words up like Scrabble
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[Lord Finesse]
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Not the type to try to ever diss, lyrically, clearly, the cleverest
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Don't front, we blow your spot like the terrorist
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We do our thing and stand strong like Mt. Everest
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The 'Facts, Lord Jamar, Finesse bringin terror kids
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"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E. Sermon
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"Ya best to get your groove on, or get moved on" - Fat Joe
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And ya don't stop!
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(repeat all 4X)
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[Tame One]
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The new procedure is to keep a straight face like Mona Lisa
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when we beat you with the speech
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We break down and decipher the rap codes in any zip code
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Now watch us flip the mode like our shit went gold
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Bar playin stars get scarred and left salty
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by the terror with more L's than Laverne loose in Milwaukee
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Good son like McCully, caulkin stalkin and walkin
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I express best when smokin sess with a good Walkman
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[Lord Jamar]
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I'm breakin rappers into pieces, the Black Jesus
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Attack your system like diseases lyrics for the ninety-six releases
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Find me in the mix, where the trees is
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Puffin L's in threes, tryin to make G's kid
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Studyin degrees, livin lovely with my universal family
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Rollin in the MPV, makin beats on the MPC
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Understand and add, triple cipher
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Niggaz be crippled without some weed and a lighter
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"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E. Sermon
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"Ya best to get your groove on, or get moved on" - Fat Joe
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And ya don't stop!
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(repeat 2X)
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[Lord Finesse]
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Uhh, check it
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It's the grand hitter, that's stands bigger in your transistor
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That's historical like your late great ancestor
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Ain't no hurtin me, certainly, personally
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This verse'll be, the hottest shit out since Mercury
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Check it, I deserve respect child because I project styles
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More mysterious than the X Files
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I can build and expand on it
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Some got 'Five on It', fuck it, I got a hundred grand on it
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[El Da Sensai]
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Really y'all niggaz feel me when we step on the spot
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Lyrics on cock, stroke and pop, open crews that's hopin
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that the punishment ceases MC with masterpieces
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Out to burn so learn, and check this fat thesis
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X's and O's diagrams shit to flow
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Cram expertise the bro, nigga from the East so
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As we start to shine, brothers get the dick
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Lyrical spit for crews who can't fuck with it
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"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E. Sermon
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"Ya best to get your groove on, or get moved on" - Fat Joe
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And ya don't stop!
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(repeat 4X)
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*scratching of above to fade*
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Collaboration of Mics
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