[Slick Rick]
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As you see Ruler show's, is enquirin noses
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Goin into a story about a kid named Moses
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Once a prophet was to be born, so for anything else furve it
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Fear of orders, every first born, some murdered
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One got away, a girl wit profit for a river
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Gently put him in a basket, went floatin down a river
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Then hands up by a fair up relative, or honey peep it
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Couldn't be the severed, once determined to keep
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Don't say a word, she told this slim, who was a real witch
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Snitch, it'll definetly be the last day you breathin
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Wild kids slaughter, cuz they was fronted them
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Soldiers tellin the kid that they murdered every one of them
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Thanks said Pharoah, guys little friend tips
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Sister showin her baby sayin her River God sent it
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To a brother who arose and said, "whoa sis"
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Cure as I suppose this, the upward knows about Moses
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[whistling and samples]
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[Slick Rick]
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As time passes, prove he wasn't the type to beg or borrow
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Group to conquer land like ain't no tomorrow
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Made the Sun King jealous cuz he couldn't do a moldin
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Pops I'm not to happy the way you jackin this Moses
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Some dish rap behavior ruins every piece of bash
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Though I complain, where's the several action build
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You piece of trash, tree or switch
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Mo' you buildin, and find your cream's hero
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Built it, anything else, you need pharoah
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Come to star this, this my crown
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One say "How can he" but since not takin any chance
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He threw the hooker off the balcony
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But word sold out to King, he bank cold cuts blessed
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Stripped him of his honors and dumped him in the desert
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But I'm return for the people, this chest about saw
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King said "You want war? Make brick without straw"
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That's a son not being king, and shorty knows good roses
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When I be, suppose this the upward knows about Moses
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[whistling and samples]
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[Slick Rick]
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The new King said, S be the threats, filled wit stuffing
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Oh boy, what do I do? Now pray to prophet
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Then a vision said chill and prophecy fill
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Scorm build, hells of fire, or there first born killed
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It's gettin scary for the king, he made the sufferin go by Mario
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You win, take these peasants and get the fluck outta my area
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More villains, still in heat, didn't want my 2 to fill him
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Wasn't chillin, then I flat sent the troop to go and kill him
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So more, prophecy, when a crossing said run him
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Did some ol' abracadabra and water fell upon him
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The soldiers that is, since Moses was suave
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Then Mo' and the mounds havin a convo wit the father
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Came back in the tens, seen panty hoes dropin
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Partner suave, folks wasn't into what po-pop was poppin
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So the Earth shouldn't kill those, bible takes clothes
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Talked about a time when not the worst spit foes and met Moses
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[whistling and samples]
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Moses
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| Slick Rick |
