Talking:
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E: Hey Defari, what's goin' down man?
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D: Hey yo what's up E-Swift
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E: Ah man, nuttin' much, i'm just sittin' here chillin' man
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sippin on somethin', tryin' to figure out why the fuck
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everybody in hip-hop is so confused these days, man
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D: Man, brothers walkin' around confused cuz' they get so many
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confusing images
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E: I know man, they don't know which way to take this music, man
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they forgot the real purpose of this shit, man, we about
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to let them know, right now
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The amount of time it takes me to write a hundred rhymes
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Be about the amount it takes you to count a thousand dimes
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It's all a hundred, like hundred yards i'm scorin'
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Like hundred dollar bills that I chill for cool storin'
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Or storage, mad niggas rhymes straight be pourage
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Straight soup, we be that protein that get up in yo' splein
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Uh, make you clench ya' teeth
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Hard work pays in many ways, seven days a week
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Hard beats, E-Swift magnifique for the streets
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And Defari Herut, true lyrically complete
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This (singing) perfect combination
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Firmly holdin' down firm ground for future generations
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Quick to lace 'em, these super-heavyweights
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And just when you think that it's over we regenerate
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Like gamma, from ninja scroll, we everywhere like cable
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Steady watch these card table emcees fold
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Yes indeed, hip-hop has changed through the century
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Yet still i remain a true Likwit emcee
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And now you wonder why most definately
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*scratches* i'm keepin it hardcore for the hardcore
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(Repeat)
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The skills i posess are never less than real
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My thoughts are concrete, plus hard like steel
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My niggas know how i feels (what?)
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Yo, i was born to rotate and get juggled on Technic wheels
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They say hold it down 'fari, hold it down
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I say "Don't worry baby, I'm ready for another round"
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Whether it's a rhyme, or whether it's a drink
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Me and the mic go together like paper and ink, in perfect sync
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With every raw-deal beat
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A lot of niggas run a couple laps, i'm runnin' track meets
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The fighter pilot, put the mic to the test
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I walk the streets without a bodyguard or bulletproof vest
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No stress indeed hip-hop has changed through the century
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Yet still i remain a true Likwit emcee
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And now you wonder why most definately
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*scratches* i'm keepin' it hardcore for the hardcore
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(Repeat)
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E: That's exactly what i'm talkin' about man,
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know what i'm sayin',real lyrics, real beats
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man, shit's raw from the streets, shit that got us here today
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is gonna' get us over tomorrow, man,
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man you gotta kick some more shit, man fuck that
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D: It ain't over
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Ay yo, quench ya thirst with this lyrical burst
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In the form of a verse i'll rehearse
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Somebody get a nurse, for this wack emcee, got bad injuries
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Fuckin' with the D-to the-E-F-A-da-R-Iced
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rimmy-type star be at the bar
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I recollect, then i French connect with Grand Moniar
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Or Moniet, this nigga Herut from LA
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City of the Golden State, land of the sunny days
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Too many niggas actin' funny ways
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Money plays a big part when suddenly mixed with jumpin' change
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They rearrange they whole immagery, they chemistry
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Photography, they movie-make type, auto-biography
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Hey yo i'm not impressed or startled
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I roll with the black John McClane and blast full throttle
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With a bottle of Hen i worldwind
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Defari in this with fitness until the very end
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And even then i'll begin again
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A lyrical tri-athlete here to shine through the millenium
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Yes indeed, hip-hop has changed through the century
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Yet still i remain a true Likwit emcee
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And now you wonder why most definately
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*scratches* i'm keepin' it hardcore for the hardcore
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(Repeat 3x)
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*scratches mixed with chorus till fade*
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Yes Indeed
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Defari |