Gonna bring out the gorilla in me ya'll
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Hear the pistols pump, hear the engine roar
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That's my heart and soul, trying to bend the law
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It's a beautiful night, to fly like a phoenix
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Bang the beat and get high like I'm Jesus
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I had a choice
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Before I got lost on a canvas
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Conform to the norm,
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Or go off on a tangent
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To a field of dreams,
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We built it with no bucks
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So I aimed for the stars
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And tilted my scope up
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Suddenly
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Suddenly at gigs
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We were packing the floor,
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Having 'em roar
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It took 2 LP's
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To get a crack in the door
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Here's Johnny,
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But I'm happy of course
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I talk total true thoughts
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When I'm tackling tours
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Matter fact, I just rap,
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Not a cat with a Porsche
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I'm a tug-of-war of words
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Whirling backwards and forwards
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And I can't get enough of this feeling,
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Blaze the bonfire
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Up on this beach and
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Welcome to Woodstock 2 double 0 8
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You better buckle up, this ride has no breaks
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I'm 'a fang the bitch, till it flames out the back
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Out of control like a train off it's tracks
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You know God damn well
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Who burnt the house down
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Buried the bullshit
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And turned the sound round
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B.E.I, we bring it back to Basics
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And get the whole crowd ape shit
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Well I've been slaving for 5 days,
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And finally the weekend's arrived
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The walls and roof is on fire,
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Now that's what I call saturday night
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See if the vibe is right
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And the beat is tight
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Trust me my brother we gon' eat tonight
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And that's a 7 course meal
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For my people in the gutter
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If we all can't share,
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I ain't eating mother f**ker
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I went down to the woods
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And took a look into my soul and
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A kaleidoscope of colours
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Started cooking in my couldren
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In a dark world I gotta fight
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Through the cruel night
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Spread my wings,
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Take flight into moonlight
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I'm just basking in the sunshine
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Of fates soothing innocence
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Painting with a personal pallet
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Of moving images
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I am my lifes editor,
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You bet I might be that
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Jedi Knight on your red eye flight
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Direct like Billy Walsh,
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I'm in charge like the Dalai Lama
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Roll with my Entourage
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Like Johnny Drama
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Sky surf a computer of destiny
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Back at the Bliss batch,
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Booze and Buddha is the recipe
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It's a baboon bash,
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A barbarian ball
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Where we all get together
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And we never get bored
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Yeah we're clever with the swords,
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Looked what popped out bitch
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Came stomping through your hood
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With this knock out shit
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Well I've been slaving for 5 days,
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And finally the weekend's arrived
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The walls and roof is on fire,
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Now that's what I call saturday night
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I don't move crack rock
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In a fat sock
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I move dope rhymes
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Snap locked in a laptop
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Going 80 on the freeway,
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Chillin with my DJ
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Hot to trot
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And we drop with no delay
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This is my heart and soul bra,
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My art and culture
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We hold this bitch down
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Like Spartan soldiers
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So God forsake me for tellin my rhyme
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But big Macka does tell it on time
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With the sirens blaring
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I rock the damn Richter
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I'm the fire Aries,
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The cosmic transmitter
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I can't complain
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That you don't know my name
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And if that's the case
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Then baby please let me explain
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It be that Lumberjack Macka
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And Johnathon Coltrane
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Izm in the back,
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Digging through the wax,
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Doing his thing
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God forsake me
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God forsake what we do in the hood
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God forsake me
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God forsake what we do in the hood
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God forsake me
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God forsake what we do in the hood
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God forsake me
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Big Macka is up to no good
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Well I've been slaving for 5 days,
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And finally the weekend's arrived
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The walls and roof is on fire,
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Now that's what I call saturday night
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Put the pedal to the metal,
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I'm on another level,
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You cannot bring me down
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I never settle with the devil,
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I'm a renegrade rebel,
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You got to feel me now
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Woodstock 2008
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| Bliss N Eso |
