To the beat...
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(To the beat y'all
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To the beat y'all
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To the - to the
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To the beat y'all)
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And yes y'all
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This one goes out to all the homeboys
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>From the old school
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Takin you way, way back
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When we used to rhyme like this
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Check it out
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[ VERSE 1 ]
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Ain't nothin but a party, everybody come along
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Keep your body movin while I'm groovin with the song
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I got funky rhythms, funky rhythms with a beat
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Funk-funk-funk-funky rhythms for the street
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Keep clappin while I'm rappin, while I'm rappin, clap your hands
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Listen to the, listen to the, listen to the man
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Turn the party out without a doubt I'm in the house
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Kick it to the beat is what it's really all about
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Party, party people, if you're ready, listen up
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Cause I can get the lyrics, Easy Lee can get the cut
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An automatic systematic rhythmatic sound
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If you ain't with the program, you gotta get it down
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Breakin competition, competition's ripped apart
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Find another brother, cause L.L. ain't got the heart
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I can take a rhythm, make you sing it like a song
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This is To The Beat, you can forget Da Break Of Dawn
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(To the beat y'all
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To the beat y'all
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To the - to the
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To the beat y'all)
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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If I'm mentally conditioned, then I'm physically prepared
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To cold rock a party with the microphone I bear
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I'm ready for action, satisfaction guaranteed
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Give the people what they want, and what they want is what they need
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Desperately to hear a brother kick a rhyme like this
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Don't settle for another, cause you know what time it is
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Time to pick your feet up, put your body in the mode
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And listen to a real rap veteran explode
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Other sucker brothers always comin incomplete
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Forget about the lyrics, cause they only want the beat
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And other punk brothers put a curse in every verse
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Frontin cause nobody taught em how to rhyme first
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Frontin like you're hard, but it's only a facade
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And now you're goin out like a sucker like Todd
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But I can take a rhythm, make you sing it like a song
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This is To The Beat, you can forget Da Break Of Dawn
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(To the beat y'all
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To the beat y'all
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To the - to the
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To the beat y'all)
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[ VERSE 3 ]
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Excercisin patterns, sowin up the rappin scene
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Rockin for the people like a funky rap machine
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Synchronize a party cause the party people watch
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Only dancin when I tell em cause I rock round the clock
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Masters of the ceremony's one and only one
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Can rock it like a rocket, phoney homies better run
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Cause I'm doin the damage and the damage will be done
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Lyrics are the bullets, so I never need a gun
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Just a microphone, speakers, tables and a plug
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Sit back and watch the people cut themselves and slice a rug
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And I'ma rock a party till it's time to bring it home
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And when they pull a plug, then I'ma pack a microphone
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Put it in my holster like a gun, and then I'm gone
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Strapped, ready to rap and on and on and on
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I can take a rhythm, make you sing it like a song
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This is To The Beat, you can forget Da Break Of Dawn
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(To the beat y'all
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To the beat y'all
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To the - to the
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To the beat y'all)
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And yes y'all
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As we proceed to move on
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'To Da Break Of Dawn'
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He-he-he-he-he...
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Takin you all the way back
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The way we used to do it for you and yours
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At the old school
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Kool Moe Dee signin off
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In the house
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To the Beat Y'all
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Kool Moe Dee |