| Gather around, the Renaissance man has finally appeared
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| And I’m astonishing rap characters are cause of the tears
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| Quasimodo and the quotables excrete from my mouth
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| And no doubt, we rubbed you wrong and rubbin you out
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| To try to tackle such a problem is a foolish goal
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| And when the opposition’s Abstract, bless your soul
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| There are degrees of MCs but none on the level
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| Of the other vocalist, precious like metal
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| Makin all my rounds through the towns like physician
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| I be curing impure emcees, plagued with disease
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| So take a spoonful of Poet Penicillin and
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| Sit back and listen to your man as I fill it in the Renaissance.
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| R-r-rap, Renaissance…
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| This is the Renaissance.
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| This is the Renaissance.
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| So here we go, now
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| It is the Midnight Marauder on the scene
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| Geographically earthed in a place called Queens
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| I was formed with my principles, way I displayed
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| How I used to MC where all the other kids played
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| Cause I was way too ill, so I would hone my skill
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| And go out in the park and let my chemicals spill
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| Right there, on Farmers Boulevard, I made my mark
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| Two dudes, niggas would dip from us, me, and NARCS
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| And then my, legend would grow on the A-train line
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| Where brothers would gather to see me blowin nicks and dimes
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| It was me, Big, Pete, Tanya, and Sir Ibu
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| And the heat of the cipher, I was not libel
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| From all the casualties of the dutty MCs
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| I split the train car like Moses did the Red Sea
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| So get it in ya head, we gon' rock the dead
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| Night of the living MCs', the weak ones fled
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| And the stage is the pulpit, Renaissance won’t quit
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| We gon' baptize y’all for your benefit
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| We been aligned and assigned to change
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| Rearrange all your molecules like Dr. Strange
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| Making cultures move, if you disapprove
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| You can keep loudmouthin, ain’t gon bust a groove
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| You see the object of the game is we don’t see it as one
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| We don’t quit, bullshit, and we never lost, son
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| Deeper than the oceans and expand like air
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| We be vast indeed and if your hearing’s impaired
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| We got the perfect remedy for you tonight
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| Just put your ear to it, it’s like dynamite
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| And it’s the Renaissance Rap
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| Uh, uh, it’s the Renaissance…
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| It is the Renaissance
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| Uh… cause it’s the Renaissance
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| It’s the Renaissance… Rap
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| It is the Renaissance Rap…
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| Now lookin at ya clock, you know that it’s time
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| To hear real ill beats combinated with rhymes
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| Brought to you by the person at the T-O-P
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| That be G-O-D, and I be T-I-P
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| The promoter of the flyness, witness wit iris
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| Of this lame and he came, but I’m the royal highness
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| Don’t’cha ever forget, who put the pep in ya step
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| We made it cool to wear medallions and say hotep
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| And this beat is suh’thin that you can’t recover up from
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| You better off joinin the force because we can’t be done
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| Listen, we on this mission and it’s a go
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| So welcome to the Renaissance in stereo
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| It’s the Renaissance |