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Verse 1
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Let me flaunt the style,
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I think that the time's near
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That we drop Scuds,
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there won't be no duds here
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Rappers play the dumb,
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kinda on the space tip
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But when they hear the jams,
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they be on the dilsnick
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Now I'm not for the rock, I know the territory
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Go ahead and try, that's a different story
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Similar to Grimm, I could tell a better one
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All about a kid, who couldn't rap and didn't run
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Stands on the side
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when the mic is getting dumb
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Resorts to bagging Billy,
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asking could he have some
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No, never ever, go back and try again, man
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If you come back,
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I'll be the first to shake your hand
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Competition's good,
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it brings out the vital parts
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The Abstract Poetic, majors in recital arts
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Do it for the kids, the elders and the rap peers
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We know the job is done
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when we hear a lot of cheers
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Gotta feel the vibes, real from my creation
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If the hands clap, I'm filled with elation
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Here I am ghetto, full with a lot of steam
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Think I gotta, I think I gotta,
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I think I gotta scream
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'Cause that's how good it feels, child
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Let your hair down, so we can get buckwild
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Do your ill dance,
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don't think about the next man
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We must have unity
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and think of the bigger plan
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Division we will fall,
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we must stick together, see
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I'd like to take this time
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to say what's up to Kool G
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The name is Q-Tip, the Midnight Marauder
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Give enough respect to Afrika Bambaataa
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As a man in the world, I must do my job
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Take care of Mama Duke, I won't resort to rob
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Bob you'll get your dough,
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Mase is my witness
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Obsessed with the rap,
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for it's the mental fitness
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Like shooting Cee-lo,
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and always hitting head cracks
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The industry is luck,
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winning with the fake raps
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Peace to the crews
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who pump the real hip hop
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Not selling out, from hardrock to disc jock...
Verse 2
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I don't know what to say, but here I go freak it
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If the papes come, then you know I'll seek it
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I'm just a short brother, dark skin face
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Weigh a buck-fifty, 36 waist
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Hair is crazy curly, flip like Mr. Furley
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To this day I still believe
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that no MC can serve me
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Brothers try to front, but everybody know
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I get more props than the Arsenio Hall Show
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Party animal I was, but now I chill at home
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All I do is write rhymes,
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eat, drink, shit and bone
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Found my thrill in Amityville,
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I'm always in the Island
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Fudge and Lucky know the time,
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they know who keeps 'em smiling
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Go out on my own, something that I gotta do
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Do what the hell I want
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and have no one to listen to
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I'm prompt with my business
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and I do things on the double
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Yo, I'm out like Buster Douglas,
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I say peace to MC Trouble
Chorus 1
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(Rest in peace)
Word Up, rest in peace,
and you know what else?
We got, we got, we got the vibes
All the people in Long Island, we got the vibes
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Brooklyn and Queens, we got the vibes
Uptown and Now Rule, we got the vibes
People Upstate, we got the vibes
If you're in DC, you got the vibes
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Maryland, Virginia, Carolina vibes
Out West, we got the vibes
In the Bahamas, we got the vibes
Over in Europe, you know what,
we got the vibes
And we gotta keep it alive, it goes on
Verse 3
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Of rap I'm a fan, I've seen a whole lot of slums
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Good with the girls, I get a whole lot of 'em
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From fat to skinny, Freda to Winnie
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Emma to Cindy, Constance to Wendy
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'Cause I be real friendly,
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never on the snotty side
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I don't brag to brothers
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about the little papes I got
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My vocal styles can vary,
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the sight is never scary
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It's only legendary,
my father well prepared me
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My job ain't temporary,
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I'm here for the long shot
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Better yet the long term, I don't have a perm
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In a way I do, call 'em the perma-naps
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I'm crazy slap-happy
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and I'm scrappy and I'm nappy
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When I get the mic in my hand
with the crowd in the stand
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It's as good as grand like that
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I wanna say peace and dedicate this joint
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to MC Trouble
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And to uh, Trouble T Roy
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And to um, Scott La Rock
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And to um, Cowboy, you know what I'm sayin'?
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This is for the slain rappers
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and the fallen rappers,
you know what I'm sayin'?
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This is a special, special, special,
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special dedication
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And also to my Pops
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and also to Vinia's Moms,
you know what I'm saying?
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You just gotta keep it happy
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and keep the vibes going
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'Cause this is Vibes and Stuff, and we out
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Outro 1
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