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It's on breaker 1, 2 mike checkin'
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flexin no half steppin
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when I release the funky weapon
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like Ricochet ping ping ping.
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I make fans fell it even when I sing.
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The green eyed bandit coming funky with the tune yes
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I'm blowing up like Tom Berringer in Platoon.
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I'm playing kinda ruff like Zapp
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whapp and E-Double smack to all the crossover raps black
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who ain't down with the format
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when you should be wearing khakis and not dress slacks
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that's wack
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you trippin you better wake up and smell the coffee
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and then back up off me
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I serious I can't believe some people letting frontiers in
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and then compare them equal boy you must be buggin
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you lucky you don't catch a slug in the chest in
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from the Smith and Wessons.
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Change the out look
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change the cover of the book
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you hip hop crook and give back what you took.
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It's the Funk coming at cha
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so don't let the crossover catch ya.
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Boy stay real.
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II.
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It's on again yeah about the fake hip hop trends
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for those who can't comprehend just ask your friends
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they know the real deal of rap music no frontin
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you can't be talking loud and saying nothing
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you must be true to the game you understand
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and if not I could kill you man
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for being false plus extra fake on the tape
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talking hardcore when you soft like a piece of cake.
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You can't put nothing pass me that horrendous cause
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I've been here since strictly business
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the era of Eric and Rakim, Biz, Public Enemy, Run-DMC,
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Houdini, The Beasties, Stetsa, Fresh Prince and Jazzy Jeff, LL
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when he was rockin bells.
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Sucker which fake emcee is rearranging the structure band
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the motherf--ker. And don't let this happen again
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cause rap could be gone the wind.
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So stay real.
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III.
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Yes I'm back Black for those who might be confused
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and lost and don't wanna pay the cost
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of me hardcore style type a human being
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on the microphone when I be emceeing.
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Some fake the Funk and Main Source know it
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how do I know cause MTV shows it.
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Clowns that should be beat down on the spot
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and catching nothing but speed knots the bumbadots
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I insist we veto all fake emcees and wanna be's
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that's worst than the AIDS disease.
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So wake up Spike Lee Joint
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and don't be a knucklehead and get to the point
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with the Funk and pump up the volume
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make the wild tune to make the party boom
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peace to Redman the Rap Funkadelic
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the only emcee that's compared to Erick because I'm real.
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Stay Real
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