[Kane]
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Okay, okay, okay, okay
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Attention to the whole crew
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Scoob Lover, Scrap Lover, I don't need your dancin
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Mister Cee I don't need you on the turntables
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Ant Live I don't need you collectin the dough
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And Little Daddy since you my brother
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get yo' ass on in here
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Cause we gettin ready to take things down the line
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Here we go one time
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Prepare yourself for MC terror
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And don't make the error of tryin to come near a
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rapper so smooth and swift with the gift of gab
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to grab the mic, cause I'm sorta like
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Vincent Price, but you never been so nice
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So back up off me, I'm seperatin men from mice
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Kickin ass in every committee, city to city
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Until both shoes are city
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The regulator innovator dominator creator of data
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Plus an imitator assassinator
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Lyrics don't display a too don sweet
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Hard as concrete, and always on beat
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Steppin to this, you're not allowed
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You keep frontin on the stage like you're rockin the crowd
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Snatchin the microphone real proud
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But your rhymes are so booty you should write em on White Cloud
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So next up down the line, Scrap Lover
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[Scrap Lover]
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Aiy-aiy-yo, the microphone's mine
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But I prefer peace, so the road'll get rough when
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a toy MC, gets the heart to pull a bluff and
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there's no laughter, cause the one that I'm after
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is smashed, for that reason you have to
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make sure each and every lyric is harmless
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Cause if not, you won't be able to calm this
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Brother from Brooklyn, made to fit a groove
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And prepared for the unexpected, to make a move
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So put up your girl, and let's see who's in trouble troop
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And if you got a sister, then make it a double scoop
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The capital S the C, the R-A-P
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stands for me, cause I'm the
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only MC with an original rap style
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You disagree, you get put on the Scrap pile
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So stay off the set, with George and Jet-son
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You never seen a dancer who rapped well you met one
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Now spin the Wheel of Fortunes or be wise and stay back
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Co-host my show, like Pat and don't Sa-jak shit
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or get ate like oats and barley
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Save your Sweat for Keith, and the Beef for Charlie
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So next up, goin down the line, Scoob Lover
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[Scoob Lover]
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Yo, the microphone's mine
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It's the S y'all, to the C y'all, double-O B y'all
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Well god damn it's me y'all
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Jump back, kiss myself, I'm so fly
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Sip a brew or two, cause yo, I don't get high
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I might wave hi..
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.. at a pretty young girl that walk by
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But yo, you all that, you can't stop?
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A-with the weave in your head like a mop?
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You must know karate, cause your face look chopped
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Now back to the subject of the matter
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I eat a lot of food, but I won't get fatter
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Let me see I'm slim, my hair is well trimmed
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And when I'm low-key I throw on a brim
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But I'm not conceited, when hangin out I need it
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For when trouble comes then I never have to meet it
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I'm intellectually spoken, I'm not jokin
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What are you, smokin?
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You be hopin wishin and prayin
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to be like Scoob but what are you sayin?
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Well it takes style, charisma, class
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Fuck up on the Lover, and I bust your ass
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So next up, movin down the line
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Mister Cee
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[Mister Cee]
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Yo, the microphone's mine
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Mission, to make DJ's feel the wrath
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So here's a paragraph, written on behalf
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of the ruler, dictator, DJ ambassador
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Makin a massacre, you couldn't last through a
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round of combat, where my left arm's at
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My mouth with the mic in my hand, when I attack
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I shake and bake or fake a snake
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Take em and make em ache and flake, I break like an earthquake
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When I erupt, MC's I corrupt, to be blunt
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I'ma tear shit up
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So next up goin down the line
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The Little Daddy Shane
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[Little Daddy Shane]
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The mic is all mine
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MC's crawl by when they see this tall guy
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Six foot three huh, nobody's small fry
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The Little D-A double-D Y
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The S-H-A-N-E, yes it's me
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You better believe there's no comp and I'm certain
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So if you try to battle me, then it's cur-tains
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I'm no joke, the wrong one to provoke
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One false move and KERRRRRR-ROAK!
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So take it easy and slide on greasy
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Cause I'm more rougher than hair when it's peasy
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I'm more rougher than steak when it's raw
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So keep that in mind, mon cherie amore
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Cause I'm a lover you fin |