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Three thousand!!!
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Three thousand!!
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I crank up lyrical flows, spit spats, what's that
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The pattern records, don't touch the DATs, yo
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Check out the pro skills, medic fulfills
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Contact react to style I'm back you lack
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Channels and handles, Automator's on the panels
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Turnin knobs you slobs suckers like Baskin Robs
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Carvel don't tell your whole crew is ice cream fudge
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Rappers that budge, makin moves step in grooves
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And ride the pace like at thirty-three dark shades
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Now you seein me
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Rap moves on to the year three thousand
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Three thousand!
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Three thousand!
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Three thousand!
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Let me shuffle red red red see the black heart it ain't hard
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Pick and choose you lose oops you lost
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Check out the boss on Broadway down to walkways
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Suckers with mics that end up with tooth decay
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I, the Doctor, stop ya, in your world rock ya
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Heads bop, forever tunes and they won't stop like hip-hop
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keeps growing, sick of sick of showing
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Scratches in matress business money reattaches worldwide
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deep inside stops the diamond rocks
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In a million world, billion world, quitrillion world
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Rap moves on to the year three thousand
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Three thousand!
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Three thousand!
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Three thousand!
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Three thousand!
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As space I've shown participator acts walk up clog up and mess up
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water down the sound, that comes from the ghetto
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In the middle the core you tour explore experience
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what is real you feel, changing ways
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Commercial rap's in the grave, stuff on disc that's very wack
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that you saved, you think it's good won't go platinum
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or even turn wood, sell the cassette
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Your homey's tape deck gets wet
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You my pet, my poodle chicken noodle's on the rise
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Open your eyes and see my life
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Rap moves on to the year three thousand!
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Three thousand!!
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Three thousand!!
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Three thousand!!
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Three thousand!!!
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3000
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Dr. Octagon |