| I’m a beast on the mic, can’t get no satisfaction
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| Step aside 'cause it’s time for some action
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| I’m a hick rhyme sayer with a kung fu grip
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| I get the job done 'stead of talkin' 'bout it
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| Early in the mornin I’m up and I’m at 'em
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| Hopin' one day my album goes platinum
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| Rockin that mic so viciously, deliciously, not maliciously
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| When atmospheric pressure and vapor pressure converge
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| There’s a party surge, so I must emerge
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| Get the people hyped and keep going nonstop
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| Knock the party off the meter when the bassline drops
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| Ichi-nichi-ju, Ichi-nichi-ju
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| Kuroi amerikajin yoru
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| The last of the brohicans is speakin'
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| The one that you turn to each and every weekend
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| Risin', peakin', while the bump is beatin'
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| Don’t turn back, no retreatin'
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| You can see my vision, you can feel my force
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| Time to hit the trail boy, the mic is my horse
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| I tantalize and tickle your tympanic with my English
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| Smile as you listen to the ruckus as I bring this
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| Ichi-nichi-ju, Ichi-nichi-ju
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| Kuroi amerikajin yoru
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| All day long, all day long
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| Cowboy Troy bringin' you this song
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| All day long, all day long
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| Cowboy Troy bringin' you this song
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| I’m comin' with the best and fresh from out west
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| Bus driver takin' you to school to pass the test
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| See I’m lyrically hypnotic, at times even psychotic
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| Erotic, bionic and it may leave you catatonic |