Ahhhhhhh
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Speak my mind
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just to reach your mind
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tap a tempo off the instrumental
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just to get the drum line
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you know it's my time
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reel up and rewind
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get off that cheap wine
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swingning on my grapevine
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you heard a brother
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worthy to create rhymes
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I take it further than a murder
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or I hate crime
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don't hate on me
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what have you done for me lately
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Beside to baith me assume and mistakely
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Too abstract than a backpack
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to super underground with the beats and rats
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cause I refuse to bust gatts
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and wather down my raps
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to get me caught up in a trap
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and set me years back. Fuck that!
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[Mos Def:]
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Yeah right from the start
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remember that feeling
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the way the Hip-Hop used to make you feel
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so real like
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getting first signed
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then the first time you heard Planet Rock
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Word is over, the God
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Staten Island, for real... for real
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I heard brother say J5, men them niggas ain't shit
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Them niggas never slapped no bitch, never inserted a clip
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They never claimed thug or a pimp
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Them niggas never made the attempt
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Hey yo, they ain't all that
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men Six members men and four of them black
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what kind of racist statement is that
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they need to change their views
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start talking about the clubbing they do
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thats the reason we ain't fucking with you
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today's artist is tough
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talking loud, this isn't enough... yeah
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let's talk about the guns you bust
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Nigga, the crack you cut
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or all the cars that you bought wholesale
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or the niggas rattling your cold tail
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I've been keeping it real
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let's talk about the ash you feel
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now thats the way to get mass appeal
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Ya'll ain't heard that wow
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the brothers ain't feeling your style
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you get stoned play over the radio right now
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Where we at
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Wh...Whe...Wher...Where we at (YA)
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Where we at
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Don't deny me, diss or austrsize me
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cause it's likely I'm all up in your sight gee
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It's unreal how you deal and threat us
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your bunch of beleivers
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I can tell just by the way you retreath
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cactus is a discreed fact
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they heat rap beat gaps but stay of the knee rack
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so you could put your seat back
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pick up your feet and bring facts
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rhymes and beats that we create can defeat that weak crap
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cause your either bling-bliging or your next tails rigning (dring)
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either way it goes, fat baby ain't signing
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the game ain't over until we all get shined
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I mean you do your thing and I do mine
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Where We At
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| Jurassic 5 |
