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Yeah..
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{He's the master of the game!}
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From the South Bronx
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I've been doin this
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{All the girls know his name}
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All the way from the Northeast, to the West
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Down South, Miami Florida
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{He's the master of the game!}
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Jacksonville {Jacksonville}
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Tallahassee {Tallahassee}
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Master of the game
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{In the rappin Hall of Fame!}
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[Kool Keith]
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Like Tag Team, back again
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Here we go, with a flow, get dealt with quick
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Now Joe I know my rap style pro
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Let em know, with the quickness, y'all need to witness
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Step to the side, y'all mind y'all business
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Exercise, like physical fitness
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Ride through, I glide through
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Bass pump to the trunks inside you
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We move it quickly, rap styles swift B
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Cadillac rollin, neck full gold and
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crafty and nasty, can't put it past me
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Step with skills, better call your family
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Turn adverse worse, climb in the first verse
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Move when I back it up, attack and I smack it up
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Girls connectin it, Ultra legend and
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why y'all rhymes soft, fruity affectionate
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I keep steppin and, boost my rep again
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Speed up, go slow, you got the next then
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do the La Bamba, turn to Mexican
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Swift to shift up, change the pitch up
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DJ mix ups, your face get fixed up
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Nuts get licked up, quickly, strictly
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Chorus: repeat 2X
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{He's the master of the game!}{THE MASTER}
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{All the girls know his name}
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{He's the master of the game!}{THE MASTER}
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{In the rappin Hall of Fame!}
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[Kool Keith]
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I'm warnin, watch yo' backpack mack
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Yo' crack lack facts I attacks yo' wax
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So fast you press up mess up step up
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through this when I do this
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I'm the smoothest when I groove it speedy
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Turn back yo, don't try to be greedy
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Houston, Tex, out of New York City
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Girls get pretty, go lickin them titties
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Astrofunk it revolve in the trunk and
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party's live, might turn into somethin
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Let them know though, I'm still pro dough
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Companies what, wanna sign me solo
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It's Keith you need, let your man try to read
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Ease the bleed, shut up animal feed
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Step to Keith, let you know what it be G
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Cruiser shades, at the bar can't see me
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Crispy atoms, grab em, pat em
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Suckers don't know, how bad I'm madam
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Turn and flex and servin necks and
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Indiana wrecks then fools wanna flex and
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y'all won't know when I pull up in a Lex and
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MasterCards, with ceritified checks and
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bank bills, fly rims in the hills
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Y'all get cups, get more refills
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Chorus
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[Kool Keith]
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Check your watch, now watch me partner
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Start to welcome back kids like Kotter
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Move your pants, while I rock a little harder
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Hoes and foes, hit em all with blows
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Watch girls work it, movin unopposed
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Hip to flip, throw the thing to they lip
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When I dress, yes, put em all to the test
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Rock a suede vest, pink jewels on my chest
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Rappin, clappin, fingers start snappin
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Watch how you actin, I'm rubbin on the back
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and MC's is slack and your groups sound wack
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Where'd you turn B? Nobody burn me
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Style get complex, why you concerned B?
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I'm your chalkboard, now you can learn me
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Round and round and big bass soundin
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Down South Hustler, big bass poundin
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East West, top down to the bone
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Motorola, on my cellular phone
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Change the tone, get up out my zone
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Movin next to you, rhyme will flex to you
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Stop I'm overdue, jumpin over you
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Status gold, to the baddest bro
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Chorus
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{He's the master}{MASTERRR}
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{Master}{KOOL KEITH}
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{He's the master}{MASTERRR}
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{Master}{KOOOOOl KEITH, KOOOOOL KEITH, KOOOOOL KEITH}
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{Kool Keith!}
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Master of the Game
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Kool Keith |