waiting,
whatever happened to do wat do wat do...
It has evolved into rap!
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Feel it, funk it
Amps it are junking
And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunkin' donuts-shop
Sure 'nuff I got props-from the kids at the Hall
Plus my mom and my pops
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I came to get down, I came to get down
So get out your seats and jump around-jump around
Jump up Jump up and get down
Jump, jump, jump-'cause
I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe
If you steps up b*tch, I'm smacking you-ho.
Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs
I got more rhymes than the Bible's got psalms
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And just like the Prodigal Daughter I've returned
Anyone stepping to me, you'll get burned
Cause I got lyrics and you ain't got none
So if you come to battle bring a shotgun-shotgun
But if you do you're a fool
Cause I duel to the death
Try and step to me, you'll take your last breath
I gots the skill, come get your fill
Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill
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I came to get down
I came to get down
So get out your seats and jump around, jump around
Jump up, Jump up and get down
Jump
Jump
Jump
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I'm the cream of the crop
I rise to the top
I never eat a pig
Cause a pig is a cop
But I ain't going out like no punk b*tch
Get used to new light and you know I might switch
It all up, up and around
Then buck buck you down
Get it clear in your head-then
You wake up in the Dawn of the Dead
I'm coming to get ya
coming to get ya
Spitting out lyrics, homie I'll wet ya, I came to get down, came to get down, so get out your seats and jump around, jump around, get up, get up, and get down, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump-House of Pain
That's what happened to do wa ditty.
MC Seven
Edited by - sevenofnine on 2 September 2000 15:15:13