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    We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump(6X)
    We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump-da-bump-da-bump

    Yo, we preparin ourselves for this ultimate war
    The MCs are really lost and it's at a big cost
    We be rhymin at our show thinkin we gettin dough
    Movin throught every town off the fumes of...
    And accolades of the crowd with our chests out proud
    Yo, we bout to pack these joints so that these...sound loud
    Some kids be actin stank like a baby pant
    It's the rapper Abstract that make the joint get amped
    Yo, use your body maker and use your minds, to break true
    Yo, we gotta do the do
    Son, we livin in a time where mad folks talk (shit)
    Representin they crews or they East-West clicks
    Let me tell everybody from coast to coast
    About the lands we boast, but we don't own jack
    How the (fuck) we movin through makin moves like that?
    How the (hell) we movin through makin moves like that?
    Can you explain that? I doubt that, very highly
    We got jewels and Mo and the life is tight rowdy
    Everybody lookin (shitty) like a to' down committee
    Let's make these institutions, body slam for the smitties
    I got girls with plenty tails, smarts and big (titties)
    And they all stressin me, yo, really?
    What really goes on? (James Brown: I don't know)


    One is for the beat and the two is for the rhyme
    Three is for the life, now we on this incline
    Never catch this kid stickin forks in swine
    Never ran my gibs in nuthin less than a dime
    A few of my brothas did that asshole one time
    Strivin miss sunrise, sometimes is known as crime
    The three twenty-five got that Windex shine
    And when I shot skelly, I had my boxes in lines
    All I wanna do is live life and be fair
    I used to stress girls with long legs and long hair
    Now, I want a woman with a spiritual flair
    God will never make it too hard for me to bare
    I'm hungry like a derelict whose stays in the diluse
    Some can count me out, but yo, I doubt that I lose
    The Westernized world got our minds confused
    You frontin on me, ak, then you don't get bruised
    The funny style cats, they be playin games like Chucky
    Government officials shoot their same old...
    Made of devil agents a.k.a. the devil flunky
    Stiff (ass) squares gettin mad cuz we funky
    This the crap game, then we got the top rolls
    The positive jumps the negative like frogs
    Resentin evil vibes, yo, that (shit) is at the morgue
    We celebrate laughin down in at the smorgas borg
    You still lookin (shitty) like a to' down committee
    Let's make this institution, buy the land for the smitties
    I got girls with tails, plenty smarts and big (titties)
    And they all stressin me...really


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