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I go to work
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Like a doctor
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When I rock the mic
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You got to like
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The way I operate
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I make miracles happen
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Just from rappin'
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I'm so lyrically potent
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And I'm flowin'
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And explodin'
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On the scene mean
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I got the potential
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To make you go
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Then chill
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I got the credentials
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That is of which I chose
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To make a rhyme
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And chill
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Then you know
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I will fulfill
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To make a couple of mill
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As I build a guild
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For all the rappers and skills
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And kill the weak rappers and no thrills
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Hang 'em an ephigy
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If he's a sucker
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Hang 'em to the left of me
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Cause my right hand man
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Is my mic stand and
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The microphone that I own
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And my game plan
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Is keeping at a steady pace
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Ain't no need for a rush
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It ain't no race
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I'ma hit the top
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Just when I wanna
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And it's a matter of time
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And I'm gonna
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Cause I know when to
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Go 'head enter
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The classic Moe Dee rap
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That sent ya
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Runnin' around
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Holdin' ya head
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Askin' ya homeboy
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Yo man
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You hear what he said
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Another funky rhythm
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Look at ya man
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And give him a high five
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Cause I'm live
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Runnin' around with him
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Telling everybody
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Hanging out on the block
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It's time to wake up
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And check the clock
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Punch it
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I go to work
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I go to work
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I go to work
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Like an architect
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I build a rhyme some times it climbs so erect
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Skyscrapers look like atoms
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Cars electrons rollin' in patterns
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Writing out word after word
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With each letter it becomes visably better
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Cause my foundation built a nation of rappers
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And after I came off vaction
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I came to roam
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The land I own
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And stand alone on the microphone
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Daddy's home
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Open the door playtime is over
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Time to go to work and show the
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Suckers in the place who run their face
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The base and a taste of who's the ace
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Start the race
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I'm coming in first
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With each verse
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I build a curse
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So rappers can't capture Moe Dee's rapture
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After I got ya
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I have to slap ya
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Senseless with
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Endless rhymes don't pretned this
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Is anything short of stupendous
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And when this rhyme is done
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Your mind will become
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So trapped in the rap
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You'll lust on another one
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You gotta wait it takes time
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I don't write I build a rhyme
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I draw plans draft the diagrams
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An architect in effect
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And it slams
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And if it's weak when I'm done
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Renovate and build another one
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I go to work
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I go to work
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I go to work
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Like a boxer
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Train the brain and aim
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To out fox ya
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Like a punch my rhyme knocks ya
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Some times it rocks ya
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So hard it stops ya
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Dead in your tracks
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So power packed
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Before you can react
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You're flat on your back
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Down for the count
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Get up and dismount
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Cause I'm coming
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With an endless amount
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Of words in a hurry
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Like a flurry
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A collage to camouflage
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The power punch but don't worry
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Knowledge is an antidote
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I got hand of smoke
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Writing at the speed of light with insight
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I wrote
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Rhymes at a level
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So you can't relate
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Unless you're intelligent
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So stay awake
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Sleepwalkers
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Slick talkers
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This time a native New Yorker's
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Riding a crescendo wave to save the mental
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State of the fan so he can understand my pencil
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Rhymes in its highest form
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I'm a drop it on ya like a bomb
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When it explodes I'll blow up
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A few casualties but so what
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If you're slow
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You blow
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You know you go
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I flow
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I throw all pro
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I go to work
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I go to work
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To say rap is not work
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Is ludicrous
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Whoever said it
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Must be new to this
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When you hear me
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You'll compare me
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To a prophet for profit
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Not merely
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Putting words together for
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Recreation
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Each rhyme's a dissertation
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You wanna know my occupation
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I get paid to rock the nation
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I go to work
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I go to work
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I go to work
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I Go To Work
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Kool Moe Dee |