Who we be?
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We be the B double O - T - C - A -M - P ( X3 )
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I'm caught up in a zone of my own, I rome
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Run my fingers through my hair and give air to my stoned dome
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And analyse, who to tear through, I dare you
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Devils that try to ban me that dare would be bare proof
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Who's he? stalking the streets when there's no life
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Eyes glow like tiko night glows, we's in flight
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But it don't glow like, wack, the glow's phat
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And it be the only glow that lemme know where a true warrior be at
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OGC, Gunn Clappa, number 2
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Louieville, do he ill, snap in half your crew
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Back, smack, a few of you till your ears ring
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Duke I smack 'em with the bat. Why?
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So my hands don't sting
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I bring rec in this game, and don't shit change
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I inflicts pain like a stressed brain having a migraine
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Heads talk trash, walk in paths like anorexic
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Patients, laced up, overdosed in the exits
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And see, hears, these dumb, blind rappers
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Who don't know the meaning of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz
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Many phrases, many ways you can explain this
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Put on some rough, tough shit, huh, I'll make you famous
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So, step don't stare, dare cross this path beware
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Representativz and foul play out the rear (out the rear)
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CHORUS:
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We see in the dark like an owl
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Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl
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Out to eliminate those who live foul
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Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl
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Creep stalking, we, coughing,
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burgling, make me wonder why I'm not sleep walking
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Peeps talking, I hear 'em as I walk by, but they all die
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I'm fortified with the 45
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Fuck it! Let me proceed with the mission
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No need for intermission, I need trees in my system
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Cut down through mart, then I head for brisk in park
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With my P 'n' C, for some yard to spark
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No need to get hyper, I see, C, Cypher
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Power on the corner fucking with my niggers, every hour
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I devour, niggers who wanna test me and defy me
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It might be Giuliani or the illuminati
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But I be, writing plans of attack in my journal
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So, Ruck, Rock, Ville Sluggah remains nocturnal
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Seeing through sheisty shit, shining like I'm solar
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Penetrate through darkness bounce like I'm sonar
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CHORUS:
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We been found less an organised ways to buckwild
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Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl
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Spread the word, 29 million square miles
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Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl
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One clik, stomping on the path, that's so hard
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Ain't no smiling, we up against the odds like Phil Collins
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Meanwhile, I still be wilding, but only smarter (what?)
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Peep me the irrational and the quiet riot starter
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Pardon this, I see you're not the sharpest pencil in the box
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No where near a match, you get smashed by a Rock
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I done seen 3 dollar bills and you faker
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And you wonder why I hate ya
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A snake'll get snatched by his tail, slammed on his head
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Give me some panda thread (??) the cobra command the dead
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Ban the red
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W - hypen B - U Recognise! Heltah Skeltah digs them and not you
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OUTRO:
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Damn, ?? trials
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Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl
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We live nocturnal in the ninety-now
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Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl
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In the concretes streets of Bucktown
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Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl
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Don't let your name show up next on my foul (file)
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Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl
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Prowl
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Heltah Skeltah |