[Heavster doesn't start rapping 'til 0:40]
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Stories may be told, some right some wrong
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About the way I put together, the Hev D song
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Because the rhymes I recite, are powered like a rocket
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When I say "bass" Eddie F will drop it
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Decided in my mind to draw a picture that is perfect
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Listened to it over and over but it was worth it
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The Overweight Lover's got the WHOLE party jumpin
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But that ain't nothin cause I just started cuttin
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and flowin to the sound, created and designed
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by me Heavy D, the Overweighter with a rhyme
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Built like a bomb to destroy the place
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Yo Eddie F, rock the BASS
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Now when it comes to lovin, it can get no better
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I keep a girlie warm in the winter like a sweater
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Poetically spoken, the rest will get broken
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While other flip lips if you talk start chokin
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Take my gun and then aim it, your title I will claim it
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Grab a camera, take a picture, blow it up and then frame it!
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The Overweight Lover's gonna dog the place
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So Eddie F, rock the BASS
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Ask [?] I slam, but fly's the tone
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to the beat that I speak upon the microphone
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Some describe my voice as a baritone
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But all I know is on the throne, I hold my own
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When you're entered the joint, you knew that I would rip
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And there was hope that you could quote another Hev D hit
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So I won't let you down, cause I'ma dog the place
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Yo Eddie F, rock the BASS
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Rock The Bass
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| Heavy D |
