We are here to tell the world just who we are
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Shocking female (MC's), shocking female (MC's) (Repeat 2x)
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Verse 1: Phife
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No need for, introductions, cause I know you know my name and
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Knocking MC's out the frame and, putting them suckers to shame and
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I live for hip-hop, so I have no time for fun and games and
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So just come and peep the unique styles we are displaying
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The beat's just ridiculous, the lyrics articulate
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Feels good, as if a girl just touched her (tits)
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Sucker MC's, I'm killing 'em, I'm so sick of seeing 'em
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Silly (shit) when they rhyme, like that red rugby shirt worn by Gilligan
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Plus the hat, they (shit) is wack
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When you see me coming take ten steps back
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I make usage of the pronouns, adjectives, verbs
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My granny says "You always had a way with words"
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And that's because my word is bond, lyrics are laws
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Sucker MC's look at me like I'm friggin' eye sore
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Verse 2: Posdnuos
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Heere comes a brother hipping others on the style they lack
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I've always rhymed abstract, I even know the brother named Abstract
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I am the earner of the soul in mine
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Forget the physical cause the physical will die with time
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I'm shaped to vibrate in definite proportions
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Of the kids who need the fix (Just listen to the mix)
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I just imagine constant non-stop for the rubbishing
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Like (niggas) use the Clinton loops as if they owned the publishing
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Ducks be bleeding from illegal feeding on my verb
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I bring the Mardi Gras to your face
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I outwit vipers in my rhyme cipher
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I can easily lick them cause they're victims of the subconscious race
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Tossing periods in front of false reps?
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It's not the 187 when the 360 slept
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You swallow the cake from the plate of elevate
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Or you might get sparked by the crew who got the weight
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So recessitating rap like the hicks do with Presley
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It's the kid who peed the jeans in Orleans off of Nesley
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Just be MC number nine, if you let me rhyme nine times infinitely I will
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climb
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I let my Walkman from Sony play cassettes from Raboni
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Which guarantees to put me on the narrow road
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Ayo, that's it from me, Plug 3, and Ali explode!
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Verse 3: Q-Tip
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When I rhyme, the effect just ripples
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You sound sick, I hope your cells get sickles
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You formulate into real stiff (shit)
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Then I bet that it cut the chit chit
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Cause the Ab will, be sharper than a Ginsu
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Cutter or your bum (ass) head for the gutter
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This is not a game and we ain't looking for the fame
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That ain't the aim, we came to rip the jam out the frame
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My inter-reaction with paper is amazing
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So needless to say mad trails are left blazing
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A whole lot of bull(shit) rhymes start to get play
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But I'm here to say real rhymes to pay
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I'm the type of brother that writes until my knuckles get nary
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And through the domepiece, the rhymes will carry
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Then transported to my throat then the quotes hit the air
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As I stand dipped with the wares
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Rhymes get slot times, move back from the jack
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It's the verbal constructor, some MC's is wack
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I make a girl do the bogle, doo doo brown and all
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Make (niggas) jump up, drink Don, and have a ball
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I ainimate the unlively with the verbal combat
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The Abstract, never the wack
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Motivator of the many like Moses
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Moving through, bringing games into the dummies that pose us
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That means you the sub relator of the sub culture
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Like a vulture I swoop down on crowns, cause confusion all around
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Mental burdens I bring to MC's who sing
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They sad songs, money, the dough's not long
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Mine on the other hand is lent me tight
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The Abstract gets real, real, real
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Verse 4: Dove
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Real down to Earth I hit the Long Island Rail
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You never see me tango with the horn and the tail
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I got the kid for your mind I design it like sender
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Smoking made hope from my neighbors, and the
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50/50 luck takes the "S" off my chest
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Cause the "S" on my chest makes a mess
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Settling for Superman, stupid man, put on your glasses
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Now your (ass) be slow guessing like molasass
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Continue the menu, next on the platter
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Hey where that (bitch) at? (He's right here boy!)
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I gotta see what I got and who I'm getting it with
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This ain't n |