Rock on, to the break of dawn
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Freak on to the early morn
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Khadafi and Sue-kwon, you got it goin on
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To my man Big Shawn, you got it goin on, now, yo
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You got The Roots in the house
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We also got Bahamadia in the house, representin lovely
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With you ears now proceed
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It's flavor you wouldn't believe as we proceed
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Chorus:
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I shall... proceed... and continue... to rock the mic (2X)
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Verse One: Malik B
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Let's, kill all the small talk, and just elaborate
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The Roots collaborate I see myself as rather great
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How the words generate, whole crews disintergrate
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when I pentrate
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As if in the course flow with intensive force
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You best to go and check your source about my textual course
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Simplicity, it sounds complex, you might miss it
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But after you critique it you can kiss it
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I'm assissting fire force that leaves statistics
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When identify niggaz simplify you'll feel no sympathi
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My lyrics send you on a permanent excursion
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I never would decide when your lifespan was submergin
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My style is urban not surburban when I'm splurgin
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Gosh these MC's I wash more than detergent
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I can split the Red Sea but deadly
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Take heed, illadelph style as I proceed
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Chorus
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Verse Two: Bahamadia
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Bahamadia hits the melodies mellowly
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Brand new, funk doobie, choosy with the tactics
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when I gets Raw, like Dice, nice
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with the flavor, Do You Want More?!!!??!
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Of the Organix, pure
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Eargasmatic, from Distortion to Statics
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Automatic, systematic
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I'm nasty at it
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So hand me the five micraphones like they did Illmatic
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One time for the mind
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Rhyme be coming from an illadelph state of mind
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The real is not whole or half time
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all the time, and I shall proceed
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I'm movin on baby, I shall proceed
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To remain, on point like an infrared beam
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Succeed, in chasing out the ultraviolet dreams
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No Mas like Shorty, cuz it's all about me
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Chorus
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Verse Three: Black Thought
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Black and handsome, holdin MC's for ransome
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Thoughts command some, is this, a phantom?
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Crews I mangle, y'all know my anthem ain't the Star Spangled
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I hit you from the most bizarre angle, rectangular
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visions of papes my mind conceive
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Motivatin me to acheive as I must proceed
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when I ride the train, traumatized to maintain
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but laid back, the tracks can relax the brain
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I got to deal with everything on this intelligent plain
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Servin as a killer
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to the pain I live a High Life like Miller
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Me and the mic's mechanized
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Respect recognize with mind beyond wise
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Limitless when I bless the mic with speak
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Dialect never weak, y'all niggaz know Tarik
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From seven-fifth Snider Ave. got the flavor you need
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For the ingredients indeed so to the lead I shall proceed
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Chorus *fades*
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Proceed III
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