| Yes, yes
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| Testing
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| Let’s go
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| And you don’t stop
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| Yes sir
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| And you don’t quit
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| From the front to the back
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| And the side to the side
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| It goes a little something like this
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| Till the fish touch the grave
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| You’re in my BlackPlanet like Griff, Chuck, and Flav
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| We rip up the stage till it fuck the slade
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| When the 2na shoot them, give it your fist up and wave
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| They drag you off, it’s softer than fabric softener
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| Till the average listener and elaborate author
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| script written with a magic marker
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| Hand-picked but just a tad bit awkward when I talk the truth
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| Listen, try not to be starstruck
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| I pave the way like a tar truck when the guitar plucks
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| Wizard of Oz but skills measured in yards plus
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| Exhibit bizarre luck delivered in large thrusts
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| They’re more set to give y’all stress, the birds I bless
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| Will penetrate your kevlar vests
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| Turn a heart rate to homicide like Bernhard Goetz
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| Don’t come test, don’t count on me like income tax
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| I’m outspoken
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| Language is broken into a slang
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| But it’s just a dialect that I select when I hang
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| My mouth muscle got you checking my slang
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| It’s just a dialect that I select when I hang
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| I weather the storm like hurricane shudders
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| I change color like a Duraflame cover
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| When it burns like polyurethane rubber
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| Like Danny Glover, I’m too old for this shit
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| My lethal weapon is capping the flows that fish bit
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| Shit, no matter the region I chose in district
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| I keep my flows cheaper than a frozen fish stick
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| Ballistic, checking your wristwatch in distress
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| I’m big stepping like sasquatch, the fish fresh
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| Bitch types on the mic you bench press
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| We rowdy while you crowdy like a Bobby Brown piss test
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| Cats be jel, wish me well
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| But this you can tell, they waiting for the fish to fail
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| On a mission wishin' they could resist a spell
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| Interrupt my scene and I’ll scream on you like Christian Bale
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| It’s typical, with lyrics, I’m pimping like Jack Tripper clothes
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| And the spliff I roll is thick as a stripper pole
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| Win an Olympic gold,
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| I’m off the hook while you’re crooked like Scottie Pippen’s nose
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| Intricate lyrics but gifted with a terrific flow
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| Heard the competitors working it with the perfect show
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| Don’t take it personal, when we break out the arsenal
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| It’s impossible to defend it, look what you got into
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| Disperse fat raps in dirt nap cats
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| From back when folks got drugged or your purse got snatched
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| records first got scratched
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| Grandmaster Caz’s verse got jacked
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| We call it rapper’s advice
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| Not here to treat no rapper polite
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| I’m committed to make you sweat like hot Africa nights
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| And make the party hectic like domestic passenger flights
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| We keep it classic through the passage of life
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| But tonight |