[DJ Lethal]
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"And the beat goes on"
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"And the beat goes on"
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"And the beat goes on"
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"And the beat goes on"
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"Run-D.M.C. and Jam Master Jay" --> Run-D.M.C.
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[Verse 1: Fred Durst]
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L-I-M-P
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In the place to be
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Never went to college or had an ID
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Now all the critics wanna know about me
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But if you read about me, you don't know about me
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Every reporters wanna dog me
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And stick their noses up my [{*fuckin' ass*}] before they rob me
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And every (???) you'll see my face on a Spin inside
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Criticizin' my hobby again
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These [{*motherfuckers*}] don't know (They don't know)
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I open magazines, checkin' out my life like a [{*fuckin'*}] show
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And now I'm gettin' mad at
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Where the good was
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You always put the bad in
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I can't have that
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See I'm the one who gets laughed at
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But that [{*shit'll*}] pass, cause I always get the last laugh
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And I'll keep coming with my revenge
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And leave you loose at the ends like a heroine syringe (D'oooh!)
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And keep rolling in this new Benz
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With all my fake friends
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That break when the tape ends
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I'm staying platinum on this rolex
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No need to go high-tech with these seven figure checks
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Cause I just won the lotto
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My beats from DJ Lethal
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My man John Otto, the desperados
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I found life gets so funny
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With the single on the Billboard
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And a little bit of money
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[Chorus: Fred Durst]
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Now all the critics wanna hit it
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All the critics wanna hit it
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The [{*shit*}] can't how we did it
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All these critics wanna hit it
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All these critics wanna hit it
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The [{*shit*}] can't how we did it
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[Fred Durst (DJ Lethal)]
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It's like that y'all ("And the beat goes on")
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It's like that y'all
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It's like that and a that
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Like that y'all ("And the beat goes on")
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It's like that y'all ("And the beat goes on")
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It's like that y'all
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It's like that and a that
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Like that y'all ("And the beat goes on")
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[Verse 2: Reverand Run]
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It's like a tick-a-tock, tee and a tick-a-tock too
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A full-fledged member of the Holland crew
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Like a lime to a lemon
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A lemon to a lime
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It's DJ Run, coming with the raucous of rhymes
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The Kings from Queens, from Queens come kings
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Raising Hell like a class when the lunch bell rings
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Beat, beat, y'all
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And we don't quit
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It's DJ Run, I'm about to flip
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Bust it
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I'm gettin' cheddar, comin' better than the rest of y'all
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Gettin' paid ever since the Fresh Festival
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So deaf, your set is a M.M.O.
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N.S., oh yes, Rev one in the flow
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The King Of Rock, who
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To be my hobby and job
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And when I come and bring the raucous, suckers duck us and dud
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It's just a one-two-three
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Three to two, one
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My man, D.M.C., my name's DJ Run
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The news is posted, the word is spread
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DJ Run's comin' hard
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And rollin' with Fred
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[Chorus]
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[Fred Durst] It's like that y'all ("And the beat goes on")
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It's like that y'all
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It's like that and a that
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Like that y'all ("And the beat goes on")
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[DJ Lethal] "Run-D.M.C. and Jam Master Jay"
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[Fred Durst] It's like that y'all ("And the beat goes on")
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It's like that y'all
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It's like that and a that
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Like that y'all ("And the beat goes on")
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[Verse 3: John Otto]
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For every average ear
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Beware
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Of this content
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Construct the scene
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Prolific
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The beat's sophisticate
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To leave you less eminent, stuck
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With the complex in this context
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To bring divinity
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To all emcees
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Soft estreed
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This philosophy extends from the bass drum, slay some
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I lay some to rest
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To screw legislation
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Put you on the quest for imitation
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But now the sign reads "Foes" in my window pane
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The high elevates and simulates your fate
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Premature tape
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Ejaculate
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Feel the thump just out the high eight
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Phone rings heavy in your dome (Yeah)
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I wonder what's it like to be a clone with that smiley goat
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You so-called throat
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These notes deep throat through pass and
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Paragraphs
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Tracks
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I know you can't understand
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This abstract's enormous, my sound is enormous
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[Chorus]
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[Fred Durst] It's like that y'all ("And the beat goes on")
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It's like that y'all
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