{helicopter flies overhead}
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"It's my thing!"
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"And the stadium is packed..
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There's a large crowd out there today..
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let's hear them play"
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"You out there? LOUDER!"
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"It's my thing!"
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"You out there? LOUDER!"
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"It's my thing!"
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[Parrish Smith]
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MC's out there, you better stand clear
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EPMD is a world premier
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From New York straight talk, America's best
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Cold wild Long Island, is where we rest
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[Erick Sermon]
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("You out there? LOUDER!")
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Style of the rap, makes your hands clap
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Take care of myself because the lines are strapped
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Day mean business, no time for play
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If you bite a line, we'll roll your way
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("You out there? LOUDER!")
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The more you bite, your body gets hot
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Don't get too close, because you might get shot
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Gnawin at my rhyme like a poisonous rat
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Don't play Dumbo, you're smarter than that
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[PMD]It's my thing
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"It's my thing!"
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"You out there? LOUDER!"
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"It-it, it, it-it, it-it, it's my thing!"
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[Parrish Smith]
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The rhythmatic style, keeps the rhyme flowin
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Good friends already bitin, without you knowin
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("You out there? LOUDER!")
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Can't understand, why your body's gettin weaker
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Then you realize, it's the voice from the speaker
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The mind become delirious, situation serious
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Don't get ill, go and get curious
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("It's my thing!")
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[Erick Sermon]
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Nuff about that, let's get on to somethin better ("LOUDER!")
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And if gets warm, take off the hot sweater
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And if you want some water, I'll get you a cup
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And if you don't want it, then burn the hell up
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("You out there? LOUDER!")
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I'm tellin you now boy, you ain't jack
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Talkin much junk like Mr. T at your back
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but he's not, so don't act cute
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Cause if you do you in hot pursuits
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[PMD]It's my thing
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"It's my thing!"
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"You out there? LOUDER!"
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"It-it, it, it-it, it-it, it's my thing!"
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[Parrish Smith]
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As the song goes on you will notice a change
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The way I throw down, the way I say my name
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("You out there? LOUDER!")
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The mic that I'm packin, is flame resistant
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So MC be cool, and keep your distance
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When I walk into the party girls are screamin at me
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I park my mic and my hoes, and then I yell FREEZE..
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.. music please
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"It's my thing!"
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[Erick Sermon]
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Ah where was I? Oh yes
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Say a def rhyme then I plumb the rest
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("You out there? LOUDER!")
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Everytime I rock a rhyme I can tell that you like it
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Emotion is strong, like the mind of a psychic
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The mind is weary, floatin like a dove
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Sweating and things, like cause you was makin love
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Control the crowd, so they can accept it
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Total concentration is the perfect method
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[PMD]It's my thing
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"It's my thing!"
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"You out there? LOUDER!"
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"It-it, it's my, it-it, it's my thing!"
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[Parrish Smith]
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The wack I subtract, the strong I attack
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The ones who grab the mic and freeze, I throw it back
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("You out there? LOUDER!")
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I perfect and eject, make MC's sweat
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Take em off on the mic then I tell em step
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Not waiting or debating, cause MC's keep hating
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Play me too close, like two dogs mating
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("It's my thing!")
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[Erick Sermon]
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("You out there?")
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Now let's get on with the rest of the lesson
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Don't really like it when suckers start messin
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Tryin to make a scene, talkin very loud
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Talkin much junk to attract a crowd
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("You out there? LOUDER!")
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You say you wanna battle, your first mistake
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You get quiet and stuff, like you was at a wake
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In the beginnin, you knew you wasn't winnin
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Now you feel ashamed, your head starts bendin
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Kinda upset boy -- I understand
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You lost again -- I won, god damn
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[PMD]It's my thing
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"It's my thing!"
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"You out there? LOUDER!"
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"It-it, it, it-it, it-it, it's my thing!"
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[Parrish Smith]
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My funky fresh lyrics, put you in the spirit
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I speak a little louder for you suckers can't hear it
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("You out there? LOUDER!")
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