It's the "T dot L-U-V dash S-K-I"
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Came to rock the spot my flow's ill plus Tres Fly.
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So may I? O.K. I will convey my skills then chill you know I keep it real!
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Well I'm the Tallisman that's who I am.
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Short brother with the curls & the year round tan make the sucka rappers scram when I rocks the jam.
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Drive the ladies crazy nuts like a box of pecans.
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I'm a make you hop cause I'm more hip than popotamus.
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Lyrics flow from a lyrical well that is bottomless unlike ya mom's & that spot ya papa hits.
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I'm watching yas play ya selves like nintendo then go anonymous.
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I'm on top of this rocking kids having fun.
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A jam without T-Luv be bug like burgers with no buns or weekends with no funds or beats with no drums.
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Mic check 2's with no check 1's or ladders with on rungs or alleys with no bums greasy spoons with no scums Blue
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skies with no suns better yet Sanfords with no sons or guitars with no strums or jokes with no puns.
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Or kids with no moms or math with no sums or bubbles with no gums Attillas with no Huns
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Guerillas with no guns better yet cops with no guns or kisses with no tongues man it just would be no fun man
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It just would be no fun man and that jam would be done in Bum ditty bum ditty bum bum bum
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T. Luv-Ski won't you kick a rhyme one time for me.
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It's the "T dot L-U-V dash S-K-I"
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Came to rock the spot my flow's ill plus Tres Fly.
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So may I? O.K. I will convey my skills then chill you know I keep it real!
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You see love.
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It's T. Luv that you speak of that you dream of That you seek 'cause
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I freak stuff my beat's rough my that my crew's steeze plush Mc'z rush
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You need love? I be love manifested physically plus exquisitely silky lyrical wizardry make you feel shivery
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Mc'z left in misery defeated bitterly quite quickly trickily I rock my rhynes I rock my rhymes they right on time trickily.
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But forget that enough of that I bless tracks caress tracks & improve tracks if ya crew's wack then step back
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Move back leave tracks do that! believephat
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We be rap True dat I mean hip-hop but you knew that
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Already it's not deadly but very nearly very dearly I hold this micra
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Very clearly rhymes travel through ya cypha rhymes give life ta
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Verbal arrangements with agility ain't no containment facilities
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Able to restrain me or my linguistical abilities habitually
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I grab a mic & pick a style now which will it be?
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The fat one or the PHAT one? once I had a wack one
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But that one bounced through ya entire crew then it surpassed 'em
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& attacked 'em then it blast 'em left you with back spasms
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& nobody knew what happened except for me & UNIT-e
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& we was simply laughing & laughing & laughing & laughing.
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It's the "T dot L-U-V dash S-K-I"
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Came to rock the spot my flow's ill plus Tres Fly
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So may I? O.K. I will convey my skills then chill you know I keep it real!
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Tres Fly
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Nelly Furtado |