Yo let's find the competition
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So I can destroy
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The wack mc's who claim they're
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Headed for stardom
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They think I can't subtract
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The car 'dallac will come back,
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Wax and tax da part
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Bought back the track that was lost
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I kept, these suckers are gone
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D.j. Action is back
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And
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D.j. Action is hard
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Put rhymes together are clever
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Tougher than leather however
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Mc's of tropical feathers
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Don't claim to battle- I'm better
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Mcs died by the dozen
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Said they was dope but they wasn't
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Now I'm tellin you cousin
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Get off my jock, cause you buggin
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Got a rhyme let's get tour
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Gave you a chance but you blew it
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You fell a geek an I knew it
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Action is back so don't do it.
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See, I perfected perfection
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Give me some time, jus a second
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So I can rhyme my selection
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My rhymes will burning...
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You see I've seen and I saw
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A lot of fiends on the draw
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Tryin' to get with the king
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Cool out the king's on the floor
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It's time to cool and I chill
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It's time to school and I kill
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If you're down for the fill
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Jus let me know and I will
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Come around for the brawl
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Some m.c.'s bank but...
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They crumple up like toy
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Because my mission is to seek and destroy
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Here it comes
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The voice of the invincible
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You're gettin dumb
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Come now, let's be sensible
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You couldn't hang with the master mind
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Of records... shit
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So get a grip and come equioped
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Cause I'm gonna show the real meaning of a massacre
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A mad man, disaster
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Cause I is da great one.
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I'll never 'fess unless the best
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Puts the great to test
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An I'm gonna jus watch 'em
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Crumple up just like a leave in December
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Cut em tough
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And yell 'timber! '
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And afta the pathc is clear
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I stand
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The immortal survivor Action
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I can't be stopped cause
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I'm gonna rock until you drop
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So full of action
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That you'll get dizzy then you'll pop
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I'm the mastermind and not a toy
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And my mission
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Is to seek and destroy
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I come equipped
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Ready for a? wide? war
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Mc's get flipped
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One at at time over
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And over, flogged and fleeced
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The punks get beat
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They can't compete
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Do't try to make me slip
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I'm gonna speak
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I'll break and take the fake
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Who claimed to make the place
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To dominate 'cha mate
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From state to state
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Away from the states
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You makin and then begin to ache
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The head
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More like an earthquake
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Lyrics begin to penetrate,
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To spin, the wind that breaks
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The skin
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You evaporate!
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That's when I'm gonna have to make
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A jam to hold my own
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Because I control the zone
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A rap
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Step off, I'm on the microphone
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If you test the best
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Go check arrests and ask the press
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How many hands were put to rest
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And Act' will just go get my w?
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And hit the ses'
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And still be posin a threat.
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Cause I'm the mastermind and not a toy
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And my mision is to
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Seek and destroy.
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Let me continue or should I say finish this?
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This is a dope jam.
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Though Some are wishin' this
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Will be the last that ya heard of the Act'
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But I'll be back
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To attack on another track
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But until then you all follow the dream
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Peace!
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Now let me hear ya scream.
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Eh Yo Red, cut that up real funky for me
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Ya know what I'm sayin?
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Cause this is the Geto Boys dope jam
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Of '89 rockin' it all the way into the '90s
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And to the entire rap-a-lot family
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D, Act, and the Geto boys say "Peace! "
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Ha Ha!
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Seek & Destroy
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Geto Boys |