Scratching
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Suckas, pack up your shit,
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And all your bunk DJ equipment.
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Your ass is 187 when my boy is bent.
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So be prepared to be measured for a coffin.
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Your fucked up, wick wack scratch is kinda soft and
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faggots, please I dont think you can tag this.
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Cuts deaper than the depth's of Atlantis.
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But then they ask, 'how low can you go?'
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No questions this is my DJ's solo.
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So freak it, go ahead Mike get kinda funky.
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sharp like a guillotine, kick ass like a donkey.
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If there is any contenders you can't match,
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My DJ Mike T with his fucking funky scratch.
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Scratching.
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One more introduction,
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In other words I'll keep bussing.
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Lyrics after lyrics, so keep on rushing.
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Technique 1200's is what he's using.
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Blow after blow Mike T is 1-2ing and 3ing,
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but don't forget about the E and
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who's got the back up. So punk just slack up.
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Dont cross his path cause he'll put you to the test.
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Reminds me of the wicked witch from the west.
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So for your own safety I think I ought to
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Tell you its curtains and then flip the quarter.
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So stay in last place, you just can't match
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My DJ Mike T with his fucking funky scratch. geah.
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Scratching
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Back for the mutherfucking '91
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My DJ Mike T's in the fucking house.
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Down with the MC Eiht, Compton's Most Wanted Crew.
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Housing the mutherfucking set.
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Killing 'em off side by each. Audi 5000
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Mike T's Funky Scratch
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Compton's Most Wanted |