*featuring Lateef the Truthspeaker, Keke Wyatt
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[Chorus - Keke Wyatt]
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Sit back, close your eyes
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Peep back, got you open wide
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I'll let you get a taste of me
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It's going down in mystery
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Sit back, close your eyes
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Peep back, got you open wide
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I'll let you get a taste of me
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It's going down in mystery
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[Gift of Gab]
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Well it's the microphone ripper, party-rockin Gift of Gab
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I hit the scene, lift you on my beam
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And send you through my high plains
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Mind-train shiftin through your migraines
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Spit with that I hit with patterns get you twisted sideways
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[Lateef the Truth Speaker]
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And I'm the head honcho, sport golden tonsils
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Inventin new styles all the time like pronto!
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Four by four, runnin over suckers like a Bronco
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Haters say the lyrics ain't Gonzo but they wrong though
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[Gift of Gab]
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We walking up and locking up the game and sparking up the flame
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You're not gone' be the same when our flow reach your brain
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It's 'bout to bust
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[Lateef the Truth Speaker]
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Not your crush, show up at our show in a tacky dress
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Sparking us, talking 'bout your prowess but we're not impressed
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[Gift of Gab]
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Checkmate, populous crush, monstrous plush
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Rhymes that just thrust onto your buck buck
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Just rush
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[Lateef the Truth Speaker]
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Just rushin' like the Nile River, power we deliver
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See it's (going down in mystery)
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[Chorus x2]
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[Keke Wyatt]
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You know, I know, you know, I know
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(It's going down in mystery)
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[Gift of Gab (Lateef)]
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(Gift of Gab won't you learn 'em and assure 'em)
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(That the fire that you spit'll burn 'em)
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Burning up the track and turning up the action
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(Murder one attack him)
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Serving what you're rapping
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Urban gutter anthems
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(Certain of the fact)
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Curtains for the wack
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Searching for the knack
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(You're pervin' off the fatness)
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Fury of the rather early mornings after
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(Worldly like disasters)
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Purely just the baddest, the chief clamp down on 'em
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(Like a vice on a melon squeezing tight on your temples)
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Feel the bass (as the wind blows)
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In your face (and your mental) hear the taste
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Instrumentals even break down on you like this
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(We surpass your previous standards) drastically
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(Mastering bass), setting nights so bright
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(Beneath the skylight)
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And days (and weeks) and months (go by)
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And years (and decades) and we still so fly
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(While the others are just fly by night)
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And not tight (we keep writing)
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Like scribes (but we tight) and so wise (c'mon)
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[Gab & Lateef Together]
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The rhyme historian exploring everything that we got
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And even more so we exploring everything that they not
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These are the glory days for lyricisits, forever we plot
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Wait wait wait wait hold on a second bring it back (we plot [x4], c'mon)
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The rhyme historian exploring everything that we got
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And even more so we exploring everything that they not
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These are the glory days of lyricisits, forever we plot
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(It's going down in mystery)
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[Chorus x 2]
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It's Going Down
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Blackalicious |