[Chrous:]
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"The same ol' thing (all over the world),
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The same ol' thing (got to get 'em wit it),
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The same ol' thing (MCs out there got),
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The same ol' thing (so let me tell ya bout it),"
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MCs keep comin' with the same ol' thing
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with the same ol' swing
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with the same ol' ending
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the same ol' climax
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cause many have no vertebrae
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yo, but D-E-L & HIEROGLYPHICS have to murder a
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fraudulent foe real quick
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and get them off of our dicks
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show the public that they ass ain't slick
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they lack skills
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and they can only thrill ya by dance steps
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I coulda iced Vanilla, but I haven't got the chance yet
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but that's ok
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cause he was dissed on Soul Train
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he got booed because his rhymes are so lame
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he ain't the only one
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he's far from it
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there's more on Earth
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and they're all gonna plummet
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like falling stars
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because a brother's in charge
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I'ma stomp mud holes in they ass like they was El DeBarge
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then charge to the front of the class
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suckers everywhere like broken glass, yo
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but I'ma keep troopin' through the Meadow with the fellow named X
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and a pillow
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to sock the pussy willows
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while I get dough as I grow as a rhymer
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and they can keep showin' their teeth like Aunt Jemima
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it's the same ol' thing...
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[Chorus:]
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...and it's gettin' kinda ancient,
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I'm in your face with force
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to eliminate monotonous
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braggin' & boastin' so most will end up profitless
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cause they ain't got a foot to stand on
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and I'ma leave the stage bloodier than a Tampon
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I can't get no rest
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because of gamin' little pests
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will step & try to test me with the same ol' thing
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I wish it would stop
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but more than likely it will not
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cause too many MCs got the same ol' thing
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so I change & rearange rhyme patterens
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keep ya mind scatterin'
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from the solar system
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and I still dissed 'em
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the ones with the CRUMBS on they lips
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talkin' about Sucka MCs that don't exist
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and I get the gist
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so don't play me like a imbecile
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thinkin' that ya large
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but ya small as a thimble
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plus I get mantal over funky tracks
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and ya still talkin' Sucka MCs?
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That shit is wack
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if I ever dissed an MC
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it was one with a name
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so don't tell me he was one in the same
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because I know better
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I flow better than the average Joe
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I use my nubian stick to overthrow that same ol' thing...
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[Chorus:]
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MCs out there got the same ol' thing
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got the sameol' game
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and trip, some got the same ol' name
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like Rockmaster This
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Mighty Kingathat
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who died & left you the Wolfman, Jack?
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But the Boogiemen are irregular
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spactacular, dracula
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and plus we're gettin' clever
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I never had the urge to ass a tag to my title
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and I won't add a (rah!) or a (huh!) at the end of my recital
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hip hop hibbit
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I never say a rhyme like that
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cause I can take my time & give it
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thought, so I went & bought
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a pen & pad
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now I'm makin' MCs real mad
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like Young MC
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goin' out like Sugar Hill
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add a new beat
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new rhyme (huh!)
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bogus still
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and even if we are in the same gang
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it ain't no need
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for all MCs to have the same ol' thing...
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[Chorus:]
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...and it's gettin' mighty ancient...
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Same Ol' Thing
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Del The Funky Homosapien |