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A little bit better than dopest
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A brand new kid in showbiz
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With knowledge I persevere
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But now do me a favor, lend me an ear
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And we can find the rhyme to fill in space
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And drop the bass with a taste of light
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Lyrical perfection, see I'm equipped to um
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Open your mind like a Christmas gift
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It's '89, the new school is needed
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Originals, see nobody can do it like we did
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The D-O to the C-O, a deuce not a trio
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Me-o, mi-o, spin a chump like a gyro
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Hard, dangerous, suckers angle this
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Cut is raw, why? Cause they can't handle this
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Loot to bring, and I take a second to rock the rhythm
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And stay smooth like a prism
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A Portrait of a Masterpiece, It's Funky Enough
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Cause Dre told me it has to be
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A little stronger, to I make not a mistake
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I'm too much on the hype tip, Dre break
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Circle an answer, it's a multiple choice
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Who's the kid with the golden voice?
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A, the brother upon this song
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B and C, I don't know, but that answer's wrong
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Pure simplicity, it's the D-O to the C
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Most incredible, unforgettable
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On a mission, the man kids want to be
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Like that, cause I'm one in a mil
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Hype producer, creator, maker
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Making it now but I'll do it for you later
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In the mix Dre put his hands on
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(Scratching) Now that's a hell of a song
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I show and tell what should be told
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And say it with conviction and proper use of diction
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So that it's easy to understand
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(Who can do it better?) Huh, no one can
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'88 is gone, and all you big shots
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Have graduated, in other words made it
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So it's a new year to start a new time
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You need to know what's on my mind so lend me an ear
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Hold the riff, sucker, cause we don't need that
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It's so don't standing and my mic don't feed back
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Break, you're broke, he got up and forgot
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I drop science, and put his neck in a knot
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Trying to hold what can't be held
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So the punk records jam, I don't give a damn
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I do it in a different class, so what's up?
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You wanna break? You're all the threat of a buttercup
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As knowledge coming, I'm coming never sleep or slip
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I fall on the serious tip
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Stop and stutter trying to think, your brain is soft
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Words are clogged in your throat, you're coughing on
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The boss, straight from the South
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Word is bond from word of mouth
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So let the nation be hip to the fact that I'm the great one
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Until I sung, no damage done
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Peace, a dream we all dream together
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Dope forever together in a nation of one
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Rising and showing no fear
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Yo, lend me a motherfucking ear
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Lend Me An Ear
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The D.O.C. |