[Verse 1]
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I'm ready for action, packing provisions of visions
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Verbally, every word will be enhanced
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With the bass that'll put you in a trance
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Some dance, come take a chance
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Del won't do you wrong
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I've been in the rap game too long to falter
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I rock like Gibraltar
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Make you kneel to the butt like an altar
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We move to prove that this is improved, when you're at-water
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Caught em with vibration that soothes your back like massages
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Before you can park your car in garages
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It'll be just for riders, listening to 'ROCK THE BELLS'
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You can barely hear the vocals
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Mixing is important, getting the public into chokeholds
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Hip hop homo's will do well to know this
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It ain't about who's the dopest
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It's who gets the fan's focus upon you
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when they feel what the song do
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I think I'm onto something, when I got my shit pumping
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I remember, when they were satisfied with just lyrics
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now, if the music 's flat
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I can barely stand to hear it
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and my rhymes are impeccable and you can't dissect my flow
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With music sounding like it's out of tin cans
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Just wretch the whole vibe and stride for perfection
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Why you think they call this a profession? Hey
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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Can't forget the bass, the bottom got em crawling to the wall man
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We got cassettes, CD's and LP's
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DJ's for days, whatever you do
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Give it your all, cause that's what pays
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[Verse 2]
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I just love when I can hear the bump pleading to the walls
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In the halls, coming from the record stores in the malls
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A beat with walls I like that
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it bites back and strikes back
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At niggaz who are wack, cuz
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Back in the day when hip hop was just developing
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It was back in the day
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we should be relishing in experience
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All you newcomers better be leery cause
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hieroglyphics got the bump
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And it ain't mysterious
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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This don't apply to the niggaz who salved
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And fell out of their fam base
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Trying to chase the big bucks
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It sucks, I know, when your heroes wanna appear to hoes
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Supermacho! And watch the whole role and image of a mic champion
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To the fam base it simply can't be done
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Cuz they're your folks when you don't get the prop shit
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They know you got the top shit and in it only for profit
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But since we on the topic, let me drop it
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We need to stop this segregation of hip hop
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Talking 'bout fuck the east coast, and fuck the west
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He's sold out, cause someone either sings a notion in the chorus
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What is real hip hop then? Only the shit you listen to
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Everything else pretending, I'm sending a message to my fam base
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Fuck this is hip hop and this is rap, it came from the same place
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and there's a place for everything including hieroglyphics
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And we gonna come with it, as long as y'all with it
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cause the fam base is like a legion
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For one cause, we want the dope shit cause
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the other got flossed ??? Now
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I'm a fan who likes a lot of different things
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I differentiate with music just to spread my wings
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I always do my best, that's why the fans love me
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Not some crime shit, so I can pop bubbly
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We all got some preferences, that's just how it goes
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But when you see there's an effort being made, don't turn up your nose
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Turn up the bass, race to go and buy it
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Some of y'all love it - don't you, don't deny it
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[Chorus]
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Dont Forget The Bass
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Del The Funky Homosapien |