Seek and Destroy
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Geto Boys
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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 lets 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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cuz i'm gonna show the real meaning of a massacre
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a mad man, disaster
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cuz 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 cant be stopped cuz
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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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Thats 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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cuz 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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Cuz 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 and Destroy
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Geto Boys |