Intro:
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SOI
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Beat mot
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Game on it
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Where ya at
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Old school
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I'ma take you way back
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Waaaay back
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Yo Yo
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As it goes a little something like this
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Verse One:
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Yo it's the K to the J, J to the five
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five to the two, it's time to get live
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party people in the house if you're feeling all right
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throw your hands in the air wave them side to side
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you can dip dip dive you can socialize
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you can lime to the lemon, you can lemon to the lime
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but nine years ago a friend of mine
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hit me up just to ask the time
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I'm looking at my watch it said quarter to twelve
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he shook his head, he had something to tell
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he said "Check it my brother now it's plain to see
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I'm going to make it plain just as plain can be"
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'cause you her and you there
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but a life without Christ ain't going nowhere
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and I was just like you I was jamming on it
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then he sang a little song a little something like this hit it...
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Chorus:
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We rock the mic in a different way
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just two turntables and a fresh DJ
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party people in the house are you feeling OK
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then let the record play all night all day (repeat)
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Verse Two:
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Stop a second I need to hear more
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he said "I came through the door and I said it before"
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but you didn't listen to me this first time
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so open your mind and let me open your eyes
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'cause the blind lead the blind can't you see that my brother
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it's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
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you going under and you blind to the facts
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it ain't where you from and it ain't where you at
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it ain't the radio, Cazals or Kangol hat
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now you be illing and it's like that
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your life's wack just broken pieces
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you got Adidas but you ain't got Jesus
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and a hotel, a motel or a holiday inn
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now it don't mean nothing 'cause your life keeps fronting
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and you still lost in sin
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I said a hotel, a motel, or a holiday inn
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now it don't mean nothing 'cause your life keeps fronting
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and you still lost in sin help me say it like...
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Chorus: 4x
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Verse Three:
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I aint no joke 'cause your life's broke
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but now I'm glad that we spoke,
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'cause pretty soon you choke
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and everything you see is goin' up in smoke
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so what's your hope you gonna sink or float
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one day you croke and one thing I'll tell
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you goanna rock the bells all the way to hell
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and all the ball is shot
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God is making paper
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all the players you goanna catch babies
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La-de da-de, who likes to party
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you think you the man but you really aint nobody (what?)
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it was the lamb who was led to the slaughter
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rolls beneath me the planet rock like bam-botta
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the one who owns the play just like the car-da
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the one who is the spirit, son and the father
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the one who's eyes last sea and the water
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God's son we welcome back like carter
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Chorus: 4x
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Outtro:
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All night all day, all night all day,
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yeah, fresh, for 2000
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you sucker (Hah)
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We Rock the Mic
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KJ-52 |