Yo, yo what the fuck, yo, yo
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(Chorus: K-OS)
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It goes stop, don't make a move, just freeze
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Instead of tellin' a lie, get down on your knees
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Please, give up the mic to MC's
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Masters of the ceremony, is what we be
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It goes stop, don't make a move, just freeze
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Instead of tellin' a lie, get down on your knees
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Please, give up the mic to MC's
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Masters of the ceremony, is what we be.
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(K-OS)
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I was walkin' down the street about three o'clock
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When I saw another MC at the end of the block
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Talkin' to kids tellin' em, how they had to get the dough
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So I rolled right up in the Cypher and said "Yo!"
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Here is an example of a whack MC
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Caught in the world and he just can't see
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He said, "What? Aiyyo, you disrespectin' me?
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Now I got to battle you and show them who the best be."
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He started spittin', he said, "Somethin' somethin' hot."
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Then he tried to talk about the money that he got
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I said, "Shhh c'mon yo, that's all passe,
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I got to break it down another way like this now.
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Follow me here in this moment and time
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Follow the rhyme created instigated to see the crime
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You commit, when you sit in the past. Don't you know?
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You construct a future based on everything that you know.
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But to get to the unknown, we surely must erase
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All the preconceived notions they keep throwin' up in our face
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On the daily. I run over tracks like Donavan Bailey
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And break every record, in less than ten seconds."
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They said, "Oooooh! That's a real metaphysical.
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We pull down the light cause the force is centrifugal"
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He tried to act up I had to give in
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Because the truth is an offense and not a sin, word life.
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(Chorus: K-OS)
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(K-OS)
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MC's ain't comin' equipped, with the rhyme
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Don't do the crime if you can't do the time
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The time is essential when you play with the lives of the youth
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They want the truth, but you want loot
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So ya change a little bit switch up your steeds
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Now you got a bigger bag and countin' extra ki's
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Please, everything you do we do with these
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Real MC's are universal entities, that
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Scope the universe lookin' for the fraudulence
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Then we take a disguise like Clark Kent
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My manner would have quick to check a scanner
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For a weak MC sinkin' a city like Atlantis
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You can't stand this, missile placed and you vanish
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I meditate delevitate the twelve planets
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You cannot withstand the heavy verbal attack
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I'm the lyrical master blaster yeah I can do that
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I can also be your style, because I analyzed it
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You used to rock, but now you paralyzed it
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Doesn't really matter like platinum blondes
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Think what is an MC if he can't drop bombs
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Don't really matter if it's over your head
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Cause the job of resurrectin' is to wake up the dead
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So pay attention it's the hard to behold
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That everything that good it ain't gold, for real.
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(Chorus: K-OS) x2 1/2
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Freeze
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K-OS |