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I don't wanna do it but I know I have to/ you don't understand me, I don't understand youAin't nothing I can do about it, there's nothing I can do/ life is smelling sour, somebody light a candleBut do we have to pray just to make it today? I'll hit you hard like a hammer 'cause I'm a MCWhich stands for Master of the Ceremony but certainly I'm the only master of me, myself and IAs I kiss the sky, excuse me if I ever got in your wayLet me flow like the water tap of Bobby Boucher but I won't tackle you, at least not physicallyListen to how our composition was done rhythmically/ if I don't sense your touch then you're not feeling meCome on now, you gotta be kidding me/ It's gonna take a lot more for you to get rid of me
Every time I hear the same old stuff on my boom box and I've had enough of enoughAnd enough of the acting tough and the bragging and boasting/ I'm not the chosen oneI'm the one who chose the blue pill/ 'nuff respect due to you if your crew's illWho will be next to step to the plate/ we're the band that you're loving to hate and hating to loveWe're staying above the water under the bridge/ shit, it's all wonderful, kidI love what you did when you're doing well/ me and my brother deal with an "L" on the dailyI'm 'bout to break your record like Donovan Bailey then you'll say that Jonathan's crazyYou can't erase me, this shit is permanent/ how're you gonna feel it if you haven't even heard of it?Before I let go, a penny for your thoughts: this ain't the same stuff you're hearing on your boom boxIt's a movement of music that was meant to pull you up like tube soxI hope you got ready to rock steady/ I guarantee you'll be licking more than two shots
I'm kinda nervous so help me out and help me help you like what Jerry Maguire shouts near the showerDo you know I can flow for an hour or so? It doesn't matter, I don't wanna chatter or brag about my pattern just to flatter your dome topsI stay below and don't go 'cause it don't stopBut you and I, we gotta keep going/ life is that important and plus somebody has to do it and that's the damn truthOops, pardon my expression but who are you to pardon me?The art is a part of me I can't resist/ it ain't a clog in your artery you feel in your wristIt's the rhythm in your hands that make you clap to this/ I know a man named San that's gonna master thisAnd another named Stutter that's scratching this/ it ain't a hit if it's bound to miss so just move
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