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Goin' off the hook like Latrell Spreewell I've got the ill technique so you know me be well We be kickin' bass all up in your face And when it comes to beats well I'm the rhythm ace Now if you check my pulse it beats skull snaps I keep all my rhymes in my Le Sportsac So what if I'm a ham and cheese on rye I got to do my thing and that's no lie Well ice is cold and fire is hot When it comes to competition we've got them locked U.N.I.T.E. A little shout to Ian and little Zoe One can wonder why but can't deny If we could work it out it would be so fly We'll never know unless we try So tell me party people what's your zodiac sign Breakdancers of the world unite BBoys of the world unite I went inside the deli and my man's like what I write the songs that make the whole world suck I need to break it down every chance I get So "Ssshhh we keep it raw on the set" Automation circulation This is for the people all around the nations I got books with hooks and it looks like rain Would someone on the Knicks please drive the lane Now rhymes are montaquilla on a track by us I've got to keep my mind clear so I don't bust If you got bad breath then maybe try Scope And if you wash your ass you best use soap People of the world you realize We got to get together and harmonize I feel I'm comin' down with the bugallo flu Explain to me really what doctors must do, I said Ravers of the world unite We're the scientists of sound We're mathematically puttin' it down When lightning strikes best grab a ground Got to get up to get down I've got the Terminator style with a touch of the tweak Technique 1200's I'm known to freak I don't like to fight, I don't carry a piece I wear permanent press so I'm always creased Mike D, with the rump shakin' action Do it like this for the intergalaction I smoke daily so I'm very flexible I'm a Scorpio so you know I'm very sexual Shouts to Rach and my brother Matthew In money makin' it's how we do I be smokin' roaches in the vestibule In the next millennium I'll still be old school (Ron) HIGH ROLLER BIG BALLER I call 'em crullers but you know they're called CRAWLERS We keep it movin' to the broad day light BGirls of the world unite alright Keep it on and on |
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