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    As we start trudgin, me and my brothers we be lookin and be buggin
    Vehicles of life they be rollin and be mergin
    Searchin for the virgins of life
    that be shovin out the door that's crack
    The valleys of time, are always on my feet
    As least the beat will combine
    The calluses and corns with the funky bassline
    You don't need underdog for a nickel shoeshine or the shoes that's phat
    Well can I get a level on the bass and on the treble
    Footin up and down like a UNLV Rebel
    The answer be amongst us cos we rarely dig acoustics
    Can't be too much flackin, not too much packin
    You must container that at least to dip your hand in rap
    Your feet will be infectious so at least realise the fact
    The rhythms are inserted and the nurse can be converted
    This ain't rock 'n' roll cos the rap is in control
    If you're a megastar, worth will buy you a car
    I'd rather go barefootin, for prints I will be puttin
    all over the earth if we can get there first
    Now that we are in it, footprints are bein printed
    So fi you recognise em, you can try to size em
    They'll probably be the ones with the size not fryin
    all over reveal, you won't have to yield
    If you want protection you can hide behind the shield

    You can game on the gallons if you really need to rock
    But we walk while we talk as we stompin through the block
    Hand in hand 'cross the land as Muhammad cross the fade
    It's a Tribe who meanders, precious like a jade
    It's a art, Theo arch rhymes the ground placed upon
    The mind will unwind, it will soft to beyond
    Catch the track, track by track, get a map to track a trail
    You will find yourself behind for a map does not prevail
    See the levels peakin as the rhythms keep-a screechin
    A Quest, oh yes a Quest, inside the jam I will keep preachin
    the point, oh yes the point, because it's close but yet so far
    The loudiness is ringin as we scoot across the star
    We are bulgin, I'm indulgin in a rat-a-tat-tat
    Explanation for the liners that the rhythm is phat
    Keep it wild, wide and deep, you could dig it in a jeep
    But dig it in the ground because the foot print now

    If there's a storm that's brewin, it won't keep us from doin
    our thing as we start swingin, travellin is bringin
    joy inside the domes as we hit the road to roam/Rome
    A chair is not a chair, a house is not a home
    Because my skin is brown, yo I'm gonna do the town
    Rub it in the face and rub my feet all through the place
    When you get your finger on the music it'll linger
    Sing a song o' sixpence, sing it like a singer
    A Nubian, a Nubian, a proud one at that
    Remember me, the brother who said "Black is black"
    You can come by request, I don't play, I don't dress
    Get emotions off your chest, we are black, we the best
    Makin moves, makin motions, flowin like an ocean
    The walkin will continue, we know that we will bring you
    the times that you have waited, more anticipated
    Be gone but not for long because the feet will stay strong

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