| Warnin, the surgeon general of Brooklyn, New York
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| Has determined that the sounds you’re about to hear
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| Can be devastating to your ear
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| I pledge allegiance and have to brag
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| About the united weights in America
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| And to this republic, for which we dance
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| Zulu Nation, in the yard, is the invincible
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| With ability, to Touch this, for y’all
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| Say it loud, man, I’m proud to be Latino
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| Skinny like Vinnie Barbarino
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| Toca, esta loca, you know the steezo
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| Shine all over the world wit my sonido
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| Mijo, you ain’t got nothin on this Taino
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| So benvenidos, by popular demand
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| It’s the most requested DJ from the east coast
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| Io canto, en el nombre del padre, hijio, e del el spirito santo
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| I’m half Indian, but my name ain’t Tanto
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| I rock my own slang when I bang my bongos
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| Now most people want it but half them ain’t ready
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| So I’mma hold it down for them heads in Rock Steady
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| Renegade cut up the brake wit a machete
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| Beat breaker, suddenly, the street taker’s a Piece Maker
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| Breakin it down to pieces, check my thesis
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| When my album releases, come on
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| Takin it back like Lee’s wit the creases
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| Knockin this shit out that park into the bleaches
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| Grand slammin it, kid, I man handle it
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| It’s mad scandalous, you can ask Canibus
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| The pit fighter, you sucker DJ’s is dick riders
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| Mad as hell cuz Toca got his shit tighter
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| I spark a L wit a bic lighter
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| Criminal use oblational to get inside ya (and do what?)
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| And fuck your whole head up
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| El Cavallo in the house, so gots to get up
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| (say what, say what, say what)
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| I kick your whole chest in, can I hold it down alone, man, no question |