I said, "Yo,
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this is a mic test"
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Are you ready for the two skinnee likeness?
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You gotta look hard to find
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cause we are not high profile
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Can't catch us cause we go high speed mobile
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So accept your fate,
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you're on the skinnee time
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we're copping cold jams
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as the riffage for the rhyme
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We are the rap band
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who puts the band back in rap
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So stand back
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and accept the slap or our tunes
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They line the table
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cause to the ears they're food
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Easy to swallow cause they come pre-chewed
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My rhymes are unsightly,
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I say them uptightly,
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But don't take me lightly
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cause we know you be sight we
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Come to the stage,
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rock the mic cause we like it
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Got out of our cage
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we got flaws we don't hide it
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We're humble when we stumbe,
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not a king of the jungle
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Just tumble out the tunes
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that you've never heard before
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Hip hoppin,
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hard rockin, foot stompin gore
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You've heard us once, n
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ow you gotta here some more
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We've got some business
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that we got to fix
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So we brought our skinnee posse
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and our big fat mix
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We got gainful employment so we don't have to rob
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And if you buy our tape then we can quit our job
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I ain't punching a clock
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and I ain't wearing a tie
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Gonna do the skinnee business
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till the day I die
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Pay attention to my speakin
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as I rock your intellect
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come get your daily dose
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like an oral contraceptive
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Respect this,
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cause I kill the ill at they conception
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Let the skinnee vibe as we strive for perfection
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Use my tongue to kick it like Kung Fu, shinobi
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found the fiends were hounding me
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like Ahab to Moby
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I don't have no time to waste on bug competition
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Put it all into rhyme, even the sink in the kitchen
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I go on and on
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until my mission is completed
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foes are defeated,
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mistakes are deleted
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It's the tower of my life that I'm trying to erect
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Over the blueprints of my sould I'm the skinnee architect
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So listen
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cause this one's for the people of the planet
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We be brother and sister,
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like Tito and Janet
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I'm skinnee and I slam it
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So please baby, please
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With these I get my soul on
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and then the skinnee's roll on
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There's no business
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like Skinnee business,
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like no business I know
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I got no business with that ho
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business
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cause that ho business
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gotta go
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I trade a ho for a Ho Ho,
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Twinkie or a Ring Ding,
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onion ring,
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six pack
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Big Mac
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snack attack,
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I like food and betties,
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I'm hungry and I'm sweaty,
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and I'm ready to get on
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with my business
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We've got some business
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that we got to fix
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So we brought our skinnee posse
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and our
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big
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fat
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mix
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We got gainful employment so we don't have to rob
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And if you buy our tape then we can quit our job
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I ain't punching a clock
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and I ain't wearing a tie
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Gonna do the skinnee business till the day I die
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Skinnee Business
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2 Skinnee J's |