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(I say yes-yes-y'all)--> Biz Markie
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(It's alright)--> Curtis Mayfield
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(I say yes-yes-y'all)
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(It's alright)
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(I say yes-yes-y'all)
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(It's alright)
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(I say yes-yes-y'all
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To the beat, all)
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(Going way, way back to the early days)--> Daddy-O
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(I say yes-yes-y'all)
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(It's alright)
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(I say yes-yes-y'all)
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(It's alright)
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[ VERSE 1 ]
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I said 'yesyes-y'all,' got em off the wall
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Teachers tried to teach em, but I got em in the hall
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Learnin funky lessons, testin, yes, I am the man
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Suckers try to second-guess and question if I can
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Flowin knowledge, wisdom, power, don't you understand?
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I educate and radiate and motivate fam
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Showin younger brothers what it is to be a man
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By tearin up the party when the mic is in my hand
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This is what you call a winter/spring/summer jam
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Fall into the mood as the funky music slams
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I know you got the rhythm, cause it runs in the fam
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I gotta speak my piece, cause this ain't _Silence Of the Lambs_
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I'm here to terrorize, energize, exercise, mesmerize
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If some brothers say they beat me, them are lies
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Whoever stepped to me and tried to do me got it fast
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Homeboy was ancient history, a blast from the past
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This is just a blast from the past
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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I said 'rock-rnock, y'all' and knocked-knocked all
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The suckers out the box, as I dropped back-calls
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For response they responded, the response was overwhelmin
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>From brothers with cool tones, but rookies were yellin
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They're sellin records by the millions, I was sellin tapes
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Givin parties in the park, and we never made papes
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Rhymin from dawn till dust till dawn
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6 a.m. and we was just gettin warm
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Heatin up and beatin up on some dead wrong
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Brother on the mic who thought he had it goin on
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Talk on the mic with no poetical style
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He was doggin it like he's a pathetical child
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To grab a microphone a brother had to have juice
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If he couldn't produce, we said he couldn't get loose
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Today we would say the brother just couldn't flow
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And he would be like history, homeboy would have to go
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[ VERSE 3 ]
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I said peep-peep, y'all, a total recall
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Drop the funky lyrics on ya like free-fall
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Watch the 'Funky Drummer', dancin to the drummer's beat
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Cuttin up 'Apache' while they're dancin in the street
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And 'More Bounce To the Ounce' for the Funkadelic
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'Tear the Roof Off the Muthasucker', let the party rip
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The funky 'Breaking Bells' took you to the 'Mardi Gras'
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A slice of 'Paradise', and it was off to 'Shangri-La'
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A cut of 'Space Funk' made you come down to earth
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And 'Life On Mars' was the beat that gave birth
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Style I possess, the rhythm I test
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The message that I stress, the topics I address
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The yes to the yes to the y'all I profess
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I'm more than a man, but never nothin less
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Cause me and the mic is like Osiris and his calf
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I'm droppin funky light with the blast from the past
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(I say yes-yes-y'all)
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(It's alright)
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A blast from the past
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(I say yes-yes-y'all)
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(It's alright)
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(I say yes-yes-y'all)
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This just a blast from the past
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(It's alright)
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(I say yes-yes-y'all
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To the beat, all)
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(Remember Bronx River)--> KRS-One
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A blast from the past
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(I say yes-yes-y'all)
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This is just a blast from the past
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(I say yes-yes-y'all)
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A blast from the past
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(I say yes-yes-y'all)
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This is just a blast from the past
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(Remember Bronx River)
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Good Time
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