Tom: G minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
I got the vocab
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Hey, yo pass the mic so I can tell 'em
I got the gift o' gab
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Monkey see, monkey
Verse 2
monkey be yourself
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Monkey see, monkey what? Mon key,
monkey be yourself
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Monkey see, monkey what? Monkey,
monkey be yourself
Verse 3
I'm sober,
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but now I drink for the belt
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So pass the root straight to
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the buzz is a natural high
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I said it's big emergency
mind your busy body
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He hit me, I broke his nose,
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the referee's Mr. Fugee
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So hey to the blue jay,
mocking bird don't mock
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The last bird who mocked he got caught
in my roughneck chicken pot
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So Mr. Rooster give me a
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He looked at me a laughin' said my
music would make F.M
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Station, you're Haitian,
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you'll never get nowhere
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But I sweared on my grand
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mother grave we'd be here
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So now when I back track
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I back track far enough to make a nigga run
and leave his tongue back
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You think I'm cool I think you're cruel so
here's a shell cap
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On your gluteus maximus
and leave ya handicapped
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Ratatatat
Verse 4
vocab
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You know I got the vocab
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Hey, yo pass the mic so I can tell 'em
Verse 5
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Hoboes above leave the boat
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Hoboes above leave the boat
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Boat people here we go hi di
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Some quest for the truth,
Verse 6
some bust a loop
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And search for some knowledge that
come runnin' in the woods
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And if I should to choose to be one
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Then I will be a thinkin' hoodlum
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with books and look to kill
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My proof is in my pud din'
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If I kill in the hood would you be
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Now, let me exercise a new style
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MCs into a warpath genocide
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Nobody move, nobody get hurt,
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Evil Kenevil was my man,
someone for the stunts
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I'm just straight up front, ha
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Meat ya tryin' to light up you get
blast like nitrogen
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Runnin' for mercy, runnin' for oxygen
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Bad L.A. meat you're better
off comittin' suicide
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I shoot the lip so high I strip
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you of your carbon dioxide
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Rock-a-bye the the the lullaby
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Boof Baff another son a go die
Verse 7
the matter with the black
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What's the matter with the black
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man? (Black man)
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Now a statistic,
Verse 8
so dreams of her
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Poor bastard gets mystic I don't
believe you checked the psychic
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Emancipate your mind, don't set the limit,
reach the summit
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Free your spirit cause your blunted,
from the lyrics I just stuttered
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Live off the streets says the
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brother with the machete
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Live off the lady says the brother
with the Glock in patrol
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I live logically, no weak slave to poverty
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You see it's very easy to slip between
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the asphalt street
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Brothers from my way
they used to get mad plays
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Till they caught us bustin' doughnuts
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you played me undercover
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She wouldn't be your lover so
now you tried to diss her
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The sister, you missed her but ask
yourself a question
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Can I make a suggestion?
I need a true confession
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Is she skivs cause the skin that she's
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Does you hit her just to get her integ
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Mister, I asked him for a hanky,
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he asked if he could spank me
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So why'd you disrespect me, sir?
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Were you thinking I'm misguided
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or were you tryin to hide it
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That you had no father figure
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Which? Check out your wackness, it
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won't distrust my blackness
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I would offer a smack,
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but don't think that it would help this
Verse 9
the matter with the
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black man (black man)
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All original gunman dem origin
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al good ba ah ah ah ah ah ah
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All original gunman dem original
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good ba ah ah ah ah ah ah
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Come jackin' it up an' I bad an' me
Verse 10
fell in ma booby trap
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With a rappin' up for the eight track play
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back laid back sit back
And I'll trade it for rap come
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and runnin' as a matter a fact
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'Cause I trappin' a back like a cool six pack now bring it back,
Verse 11
stand,
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What's the flavor? More Babylon,
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more Babylon, more Babylon fall
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divided we crumble
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What's the flavor? More Babylon,
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more Babylon, more Babylon fall
Verse 12
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These days every man want to be a god
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Lay down the gun every
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But the real gunman him not play
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Hollywood role
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Because he pull out his gun
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and send another boy down
Watch us bleed,
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if a youth a come ah test ah I got it
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me up an' com in' ready
watch us for original Tranzlator Crew
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Oh, er, every time we come,
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We out
Outro 1
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