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You 'bout to feel the chronicles of a bionical lyric
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lyrically splittin dismissin
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I'm on a mission of just hitting
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now it's written and kitten hittin wit mittens
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I'm missing wishing man listen
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I glisten like sun and water while fishing.
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Bust the move and then swerve
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Serve words with nerve embedded I said it word
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Damn, you nerd man, you heard
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Coming from the town of Illy and alleys are
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full of Phillies and Rallys suckers get
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Silly as Sally then found in alleys, I'm rowdy really
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1-So here we go now,
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Holla if ya hear me though, come and feel me flow
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Never mixing with tricking brothers bitching
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Over fixins that ain't fittin to be hittin.
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On nothin splittin things that's bitten
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And gettin written off
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Like a fatter bad bladder boy ya pissing me off
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Before you even started so what
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So long see you fly by my try how else
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Could I say it when you play it try boom bye bye.
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(rpt 1, 1)
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The flow pro poetical with skills only
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A vet'll know better know where's
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The wetter flow that'son point like
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Decimals manhandlin new crews
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Partying with the Zoo Crew
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Looking for the pink in poo poo.
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I thought you knew too stone style is of stamina
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Jammin ta while we plannin ta jam
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We bust plus we're the party
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Amateur damager managin damagin mics
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Men and even mannequins.
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You're a fan again now I wanna know whose the man again?
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Naughty's back like vertibrates word to hey-a-ho
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The way I show you pray I flow
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Steady breakin to the boogie so bang time
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To slang bang and watch all the poo tang tangs hang
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(rpt 1, 1)
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Play and Kay'll break the body of a beat
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The beat the break into boogie
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Firm and fully chase bass lines like bullies
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All we wanna know is if your body wanna party
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It's nuff poo tang tang for everybody
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So hip up and split up get up
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Get up your wit up souped up put your dukes up
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No guts set up for sit ups flip up watch us rip up.
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Shakes shows until they fizz up
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Rizz up like your with us if not zip up
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You lip up whip up.
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Hits with ransom's foul styles get and ones
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We come back cause we heard
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Hip hop needed another anthem
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Black like Noah in fact and for ya
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If we was back in the days with the Drifters
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We would've been known as the Flowers
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Bevin these since the seventies
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Find me so we went crazy in the eighties
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So we won't kiss heinies in the nineties
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Oops the Naughty's troop in sections of forties
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So clap your hands and hold your shorty I'm Naughty.
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(rpt 1, 1)
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Feel Me Flow
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Naughty By Nature |