Mic check, never ever lose the respect
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Of hip-hop, roaming the streets in the Mecca
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I don't shuck and jive and I don't dilly dally
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I keep the crowd hyped and packed like Don Valley
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I rally, with the emcee on the corner
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But I'm a warn you, I've got rhymes till the morning
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Sun, I used to push a Land Rover
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Now I push a pen to the pad, the dream is over
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Stop biting cause it's inciting
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Me to send blows of flows and beat riding
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The most spectacular vernacular actor
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That ya'll, bringing stature, combat your, ego
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But even that is a battle
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So hard to keep my motives pure and not metal
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Rebels, without a cause, break laws
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But I'd rather break food over the beat for the applause
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Tours, I did them
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Holes in the game, I knit them
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I wonder whatever happened to Sally in the valley
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Hmm, it seems she's all grown up,
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Time to head to Miskoky cause the game's sewn up.
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[Chorus:]
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I've been trying to learn this new song
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But I hear the same old music every day
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Hey, hey, hey,
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To the, to the, to the, to the,
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Going to fly with her to the Yukon
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Going to melt my soul on ice then get away
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Hey, hey, hey,
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Hey, hey, hey.
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Yo, people here I am, here I am, what
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Laid back in the cut, trying to construct
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A stone house, with an invisible mirror
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So I could take a look at myself a bit clearer
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Seen, if you don't get it then don't cram
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Observe that you do, then you can understand
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I was walking down the street when I met this girl
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Who said she was in love, with diamonds and pearls
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Shiny new rides, plush leather seats
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Baby don't you know you're just reacting to the streets
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You acting like a freak cause your daddy left home
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Now you want a rock and a man with his own
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Things, girl, get off the bling-bling
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Train, it's turning our people into insane
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Fiends, for cellular phones and blue jeans
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Why? Because they want a piece of the pie
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My abilita (ability) familifa (familiarize), a quicker mind
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But I need to proceed deep with a god speed
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Indeed, whack emcees get the gong
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K-dub looking above with new songs
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[Chorus]
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I don't want to know, how we came to be
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All that I've been shown, is there's only you and me
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Help me figure out, where this all went wrong
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I think we need a new song, a new song
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Funky Country
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K-OS |