Yea yea yea yea, oh yea
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It's the late night hype Mack B dog in the house
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Chillin, like a big ol pimp
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Right about now, at 3:01 in the morning
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Everything else on is probably pretty faulty and repetitive
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So if you're goin through your radio
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When you get down to that, you know, far left hand side
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Keep it tuned to Mack B dog, cuz you know
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I'm keepin it extra extra funky
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Know what I'm sayin?
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[CHORUS]
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Concentration, concentration is the name
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Keep the rhythm
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Or you will be out the game
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We bust shots like german lugers
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On intruders
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Violate we activate the ill-style shooters
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So Lateef [wassup?]
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Let your lyrics heat-seek [all right]
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And yo, get on the mic and funk the flavorfull technique [here we go now]
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Look what we've got
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Akil, Lateef and Mark 7 deliverin the presences
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J 5 Quannum
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Zakir, Gab, Lyrics Born natural as the elements
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I jump down and customize
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My lyrics to synchronize
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And educate the young, dumb, deaf, and blind
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And drop a seed in they minds, so they can open their eyes
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Realize and recognize we livin in the last times
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I pull a spark of shining light out of the glorious fate
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Create the lyric arsenals that verbal warriors make
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Escape hell temporarily
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Merrily vibes carry me to heavenly states
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Inevitably rockin steadily
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Yea, I represent the underground MC
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Even though I move around I'm still down with MC's
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Now pound for pound I go the round
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not as down, as you see (???)
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I'm from the group, jay-u, the J 5 MC's, yea
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[CHORUS]
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Oh god, it's so re-al, then yet it's sur-real
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Flowin, like soy milk, over sweetened cer-e-al
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Y'all melt, like toys built from cheap material
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Reevaluate yourself, it ain't about the here and now
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I hold it def for 6
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Blazed my way up out an orphanage
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Assertive, poetic scripts blast murderous
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The earth shaker, I crack a nigga out his windbreaker
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The verbalier, rhythmatic fly commentator
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Yo, now if you stumble on a phonograph
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To listen to the flavas that you got to have
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With lyrics that be perfectly handcraft
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All the way from the bay to L.A.
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We're tryin to give you all different points of view
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To show you our poetic words that we use
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From the MC's that you're bound to choose
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All the way from the bay to L.A.
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(devils from the west)(scratched)
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[CHORUS]
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Look what we've got
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Akil, Lyrics Born, Zakir, Gift Of Gab
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Lateef, Mark 7, Chali, Cut Chemist, Nu-Mark
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XL, and Dj-Shadow
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The rhyme ambassador that mastered the ceremony
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So passengers fasten up these average cats'll never catch up to us
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Yeah I hot dog the ball behind the yes yes y'all
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Fuck hanging on the shawl trying to ball ????
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No, I don't jitterbug with lyrically idiotic litterbugs
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They shit and bug the shit out of me eat em up for dinner son
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We imburse to disperse, wish your last was your first spit
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Consume the whole room and you wonder where the earth went
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So I reduce the risk
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Spit words like a journalist
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And burnin it in unofficial mic tournaments
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I'll play off night watchin trife cuz we might utilize
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the mic as a rightful for the eyes on the prize (???)
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So try to conduct yourself in a manner that's wise
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Ain't that right? Right right, True, right right
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Tell em why
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We bust shots like german lugers
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On intruders
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Violate we activate the ill-style shooters
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J 5 Quannum kick it live
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orth with the South, civil war with the rhymes
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We bust shots like german lugers
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On intruders
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Violate we activate the ill-style shooters
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J 5 Quannum kick it live
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North with the south other crews flatline
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Concentration
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| Jurassic 5 |
