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It's not a put I put my down And then I some love, I put my root down Like Sweetie Pie by the Stone Everybody I'm known for dropping science I'm electric Dick Hyman I guess you'd expect to catch the crew Never let you down the stereo sound So Mike, get on the mic and it out talking root down, I put my root down And if you want to battle me, you're loot down I said root down, it's to scoot down I'm a step up to the mic in my goose Come up representing from the west Money makin' me to the test Sometimes I feel as I've been blessed Because I'm doing I want so I never rest Well, I'm not out goofy like the Fruit of the Loom guys Just strutting like the Meters the Look-Ka Py Py downtown Brooklyn is where I was born But the snow is falling, then I'm gone You might think that I'm a A call from Utah and I'm throwing a panic But we kick it from the root when we it on down Jimmy smith is my man, I to give him a pound
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don't stop, get on the mic with the tic and the toc I'll you with the fuckin' rim like brim I'm walking your block and you say that's him There goes the guy the funky sound The Beastie Boys you know we come to get Because I've got the flow I grab my dick And say oh my God, that's the funky So I'm going to pass the mic and a panic The original nasal kid is doing Every morning I took the train to high station Doing homework on the train, what a fucked up On the way back up hearing battle the underground, underneath the sky scrapes Like Harlem world battles on the beat show It's Kool Moe D vs. Bee there's one you should know of that, I just want to give some respect due M.C.A. grab the mic and the Ma Bell will you Bob Marley was a prophet for the fight "If dancin' prays to the lord I shall feel alright" It feels to a little music Tears running my face 'cause I love to do it And no one can stop this flow flowing on A flow in disaster with a sound that's gone give a little shout out to my dad and mom For bringing me into this and so on
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