[DJ Premier]
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The real....remix
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More MCing, and DJing
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From your own mind, ya know?
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"I-I guess right now we should start the show"
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[Guru]
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Please baby, we gettin G's, you know the steez baby
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Ain't no if's, no and's, no but's or no maybe's
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The vibe'll drive you crazy, almost break your neck
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Again we take respect, remember Just To Get A Rep?
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Sportin baggy pants, mackin stackin finance
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Bold figure, older nigga, yo watch me advance
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Used to be a small cat, now I'm all that and more
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Puttin the pressure on, catchin rep from the dog
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Pure secure, injectin like the fuckin doctors
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Smoother than silk, more milk than Louie Pasteur
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Ask yourself, "Do you wanna mess wit this?"
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The specialist, turn the page, I bring the rage when I spits
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Then the set gets wet, I bring the crowd into a frenzy
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Leave you sleepin wit the fishes, see how them niggas envy
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Authentic vocal tone, transmittin like a mobile phone
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Welcome to my ghetto my man, hope you can hold your own
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I make you first name To The, last name Curb
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I gets grimy, stimey, who you? Revenge of the herbs
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I ain't seen you out here, and you ain't got no clout here
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Your style don't come across, you lost this bout here
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At five-eight and three-quarters, I be the warrior sargent
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Gang Starr, rippin clubs and bars
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Super-star studded, buyin rings that's flooded
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On the low, countin dough in this rap life I love it
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You know my steez
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[Method Man] "You know my steez"
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[ODB] "Let em know, do your thing dog"
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[scratching] "Keep it live"
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"To the beat y'all"
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[Lady of Rage]
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Check check check check it out y'all
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You best to back off, you jackoff
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Rage next to blast off
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Get wacked off cuz your half-ass is soft
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I bring it to you rough and rugged, chuga lug it
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Mothafuckers act like they hate it but mothafuckers love it
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I'm the raw dame in this war game, don't get your jaw tamed
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?Or broken? I ain't no joke and I ain't jokin
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You know my steez when I stand and deliv-de-liv-deliver-er-ies
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I Tag MC's like Freeze and burn em like the third-degree
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Now wouldn't you agree, that the three of us put together
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Make it mo' better to make mo' cheddar
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Puffin get higher than four centers
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Ask Coretta, Scott King on the spot
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Who's the Doc like that man uh, Mart King
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Keep march-ing, cuz when it comes to me and The Guru
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Like my man Charlie Brown said, the rest of y'all is doo-doo
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The butcher, the baker, time to meet your maker
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Tell you to your face, you ain't nuttin but a faker
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You're cheesy fo' sheezy, next to me you're measly
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Believe me, I kick that shit so sick I'll make ya queasy
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Now easy, Premier scratch that shit like fleas
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Three men and The Lady, and uh, you know my steez
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"You know my steez"
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"Let em know, do your thing dog"
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"Keep it live"
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"You know my steez"
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"Let em know, do your thing dog"
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"Keep it live"
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"You know my steez"
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"Let em know, do your thing dog"
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"Keep it live"
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"You know my steez"
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"Let em know---"
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"The mic"
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[Kurupt]
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Yo yo yo (who are you?)
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The monotone, melodic microphone
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Poetical mac-milly from Philly illy-syndrome
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Clouds'll form, which starts the wind storm
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And the young Gang Starr posse front in full
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Kick off like a gauge, then seek the stage
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In a seek-and-destroy mission to burn and blaze
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Vanish a few, K-U-R-U-P-T, R-A-G-E and Guru
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Let's simplify it nigga, just don't try it
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What I recite, ignite mics, my voice encourage riots
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I don't talk it, I live it, I don't give up, I give it
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I bring it, bust it, don't sing it
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Get in your veins, melt mics and spit flames
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Get in your brains, explode like propane
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Yo Premier (what) tell these niggas this our year
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Flow through like a breeze, murder MC's wit ease
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You know my steez, steez, steez, steez
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You Know My Steez (Three Men And A Lady Remix)
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Gang Starr |