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    (feat. Jane Doe Mos Def Punch and Words)

    Punch] Yo! We about to rock this joint, from the family. And
    we want ya'll all to know, that it's time...

    CHORUS (all):
    To rock rock ya'll
    Freak freak ya'll
    To the beat ya'll
    It's unique ya'll (2x)

    [Punch]
    A-yo praise the master, make plans wit' your pastor
    My rap'll blast ya, send you to the hereafter
    I push a tractor, for horses grazin' in the pasture
    Ya heard I was trickin', the whole room filled with laughter
    In ciphers, I'm the one you don't rhyme after
    You only know half of the math, it don't add up
    The lead batter, my hits make ya frame shatter
    Watch me now! Just begun like Jimmy Castor
    I'm bad luck just like walkin' under ladders
    Mad rappers, book of life, last chapter
    Me and my squad build just like contractors
    I break shit, you only give hairline fractures
    Women flash us, don't know ya better ask us
    A bastard, wit' more contacts than Lens Crafters
    Tear down the rafters, venerials couldn't clap us
    You need practice, hit chicks then I'm Casper

    [Jane Doe]
    The church of scientology, feminine biology
    Manic depressive psychologically, A.D.D. alive and we
    Polluted by technology, the fumes and its ecology
    While your thought you was out of copy I get nastier than sodomy
    Probably an oddesey, started back on robbery
    Was the degree of the economy that do the sovereignty
    Regarded as a prodigy, leery in sociology
    Let the wallabees always conceal my gynecology
    Rhymin' pathologically, that's how it gotta be!
    Never makin' no apology, worshippin' my anthropology
    Fuck modesty, studyin' microbiology
    Causin' verbal lobotomy, it's in my geneology
    Six months of sobriety, movin' very methodically
    Like a unicorn, more ways than oceanography
    Guard technology, rip shows antibiotically
    True thugs bionically, give birth to criminology

    [Words]
    Yo as a youngin', I swear to God you couldn't tell me nothin'
    I swore I was gettin' somethin', clothes or humpin'
    For girls with the church, slacks with some shirts tucked in
    I set it up for money, my mom worked when I was cuttin'
    Unsigned strugglin', for the heat I lit the oven
    One would by the CD, the other would do the dubbin'
    Before I met Rob, I was in the clubs frontin'
    Oh yeah I know the Tip, when I see him I be duckin'
    But now when I'm clubbin', those that used to dis were buggin'
    Overweight chicks, spandex, they stomachs sucked in
    Stay interruptin', dance and try to cut in
    Told people you got in free when you really snuck in

    [Q-Tip]
    We never get concerned about who's in the league
    We just stay workin' so no one will need
    An unconcerned outsider givin' niggaz feed
    My niggaz puff weed but negotiate the seed
    The family is granite and you can't intercede
    I try to switch lanes at this operatin' speed
    Cats in the game be gamblin' with greed
    We the house, you the player and we gonna catch these
    Who's the Sam Sneed makin' microphones bleed
    Poker face creed while my mind just read
    Shorty got rhythm but her freak got freed
    That's insignificant but this take heed

    [Mos Def]
    They say I'm pretty like Clay is, bright like the day is
    Beats from my fleet be sweet like Sugar Ray is
    I'm swingin' this from Bay Ridge to where the Oakland Bay is
    My game is tough to play, I'm tough to weigh like your safe is
    The aim is, to make you recognize what the name is
    Mos Def gon' set it straight from where the 718 is
    The place with the great superiginate the flavors
    An all-star block with some all-star laymans
    (Turn the music down!) This is probably some haters
    Achin' cuz they hear us rotatin' on the playlist
    >From B-boy laces to Detroit gators
    Yo Tip I got to bail, where the scale? Help me weigh this...

    Yo! We wan't ya'll to know...that this is the family, right?
    And what we want everybody out there to do...on the dance floor...
    is get ready...because noooowwwwww we gonna...

    CHORUS (6x) to fade out

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