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now
Look at the pillow and bow down
Keep your feet flat on the ground
Now don't make a sound
I swear it won't hurt a bit
Once I insert the dick
Cause
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whassup y'all? Hello how are you doin out there?
You're chillin I'm winnin
Oh by the way the album's out go get
Musty fusty yet so crystal clear 

The non commercial set is now here 

Brought to you by the will of positve people 

K are S plus One equals
across the street
And then it hit, I ain't really slept that long in a week
Matter fact I don't even remember falling asleep

Atlantic office claimin' J
parked across the street
And then it hit, I ain't really slept that long in a week
Matter fact I don't even remember falling asleep

Atlantic office
Then you're startin' up a curse
Bringin' evil disease

Don't touch, never ever steal
Unless you're in for the kill
Or you'll be hit by the curse
yet!
Now I don't mean to get you upset
But every cause has an effect!  uh-huh!

Come on baby light my fire
Everything you drop is so tired
Music is
crack, head crack" 
Verse Four: Redman 
SURPRISE NIGGAZ! The original P-Funk funks you up 
I take a hit from a spliff then I get biz with the NEW CUT
the last album, I said
If they don't put you on top of the platter on this one
Then what it's like
You're from the inside looking out there

I'm
don't care what you think about me, but just remember,
When it hits the fan brother, whether it's next year, ten years,
Twenty years from now, you're
mine
Spit lines, hot like lava this time
I don't got a sitcom to bother with
Or a time conflict with my sci-fi hits
I'm contemplating each
of it, the sway and swing of it
But every time he tried to hold her
She'd shake and shout "Olé", (Olé) then go the other way

Now all night long he did
Follow The Leader, Let
The Rhythm Hit 'Em, Don't Sweat The Technique. That's

The end of the group. Went off to solo. 
Dropped the R, then the 18th
don't care what you think about me, but just remember,
When it hits the fan brother, whether it's next year, ten years,
Twenty years from now, you're
making money and I don't stop rapping
That's my motto even if you niggas hit the lotto
You never could win not until I go
I know you squares can't hang
Keeps the world grooving, grooving

Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh 
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules 
You gotta do what I do
When I
Keeps the world grooving, grooving

Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh 
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules 
You gotta do what I do
When I
to sing with my sister
Now I kick the ill styles you have to call me mister
Cooling in the House of Hits, time to buckwild
Raised in the ways of the funky
in for the kill
Or you'll be hit by the curse of the Pharaohs
Yes you'll be hit and the curse is on you

Now if you breaking the seals
"We're all in this together!"
My album was raw because no one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show, and then I leave without
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
The year is 1971. 
Now comes the first of the children of Roton
Lords of the Underground witness the birth of the funky child
Doitall hit 'em
And we ain't asking for no favors
Rush a nigga quick then laugh about it later
Aye aye aye aye
Really I'm a peacemaker
But I'm with the homies right now
Who is the man with the master plan?
DJ Mister Cee
Who is the man with the master plan?
He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane
Then it goes
Then you're startin' up a curse
Bringin' evil disease

Don't touch, never ever steal
Unless you're in for the kill
Or you'll be hit by the curse