[Intro: will.i.am]
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Uh. uh, uh, uh
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Wha, wha? Yo..
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It's will.i.am on the beats
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Bringin the hot heat, hot heat, hot heat...
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[Chorus: Medusa (will.i.am)]
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(Who the hell are you?) It's Medusa pushin through
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(Are you rollin with a crew?) Feline Science is my crew
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(Whatchu gon' spit?) Nothin but that hot shit
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(Who the hell are you?) Medusa pushin through
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(Are you rollin with a crew?) Feline Science is my crew
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(And whatchu gonna spit?) Nothin but that hot shit!
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[Medusa]
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Give me a bangin instrumental, and I'll kick mix
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like a flick off of a drummer's wrist drops the filla
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Fo' realla, high-powered sister, trained by, madams, queens
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Uncle Jam, mommy, parties musicians, and killers
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So there's no wonder they say I drop speech deep
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My pop block got heat
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I come with a Screamethian beat
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Screamethian? That means I have you screamin like a heathen
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Known a battle 'til I'm acheivin
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Violatin your childish rhymes of the one
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My uncontrollable lyrics they, murder for fun
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And I thank God, I finally get to be on some, see?
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You gonna be leavin the stadium talkin 'bout, "Uh-HEH..
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I tell ya, that kid's a true performer!"
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Givin you your money's worth, fanta tongue workin all that
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Lyrics been shadowboxin against the pads
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From WAY DOWN in the underground deep
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I'm the bad-ass lion that stepped in the signifyin monkey feet
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And if that line doesn't... what the FUCK? Wake him up!
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CLEAR! BZZZZT! Don't try to pass out now
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'Cause you see the wrath of the blast of the incomin styles
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Shrapnel and pronouns and verbs for miles
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Wait, let me set it
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I gotta take my time to give the other emcees credit
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I never underestimate my opponents flow
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They just get mesmerized by the Feline body blow
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Full force is the cuff, and no matter what your crew LICK SHOTS
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It'll never be enough
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[Chorus 2X]
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Hooda Hella U
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| Will.I.Am |
