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of Christ are down-trodden with scorn
In the dark, odiferous earth

We embrace like two lovers at death
A monument to the trapping of breath
D-nice, the beat box
I only wear Nike's, not Adidas or Reeboks
Many people know me, yet I'm known by few
My name is KRS-One, son
Not two or three
live Mix-A-Lot
You understand motherfucker I'ma hard rock
Beat 'em up and pick 'em up and make 'em miss the stick up
But my gat close range, take his
Two chains!
Bang bang switch lanes like a drive-by
I am so fly man I might as well sky dive
Black girls white lies
You know that's not your damn
So here's ho wit started, it started with a beat
A beat in my head and it wouldn't go away
So I added a bass, the bass was fat
I played it to me
Win a battle you never fought
Just by checkin' this record you bought
Over and on and on again
Get with it and do that thing

One, two, I'll party
I got a dope beat (you got a dope beat?)
I got a dope beat (we got a dope beat)

My name is that top of all of those that mix
Turnin' poetry into
One, and here comes the two to the three and four
Then I drop the beat I have in store
Lay dynamics on the top like a rug
Make it sound smooth
Get up on your feet 
Before the night is through for you want miss 
Get down to the beat 
Pump it, stomp it, jam, trip on this! 
Get the party
the beat smash your eardrum, you heard well
Then the two Tech' equalize occurs well
Beats straight off the box, rhyme unorthodox
From the Isle', where
So here's ho wit started, it started with a beat
A beat in my head and it wouldn't go away
So I added a bass, the bass was fat
I played it to me
One, and here comes the two to the three and four
Then I drop the beat I have in store
Lay dynamics on the top like a rug
Make it sound smooth
Hey yo, ain't you the one that was talkin' crazy to me other day on Rain Ear
(Yeah that was me, what you gonna do about it Mix-A-Lot?)

Rushin' up
Win a battle you never fought
Just by checkin' this record you bought
Over and on and on again
Get with it and do that thing

One, two, I'll party
Yuh switch from yuh kind 
And yuh nearly serve time 
Could a mix up in a babylon 
If yuh guilty you know the story 
But yuh bless by selassi hands
money, just by clappin' their hands
Not the style or desire of a true Iron Man

(You know what I want to hear)

[Verse 2]
A southside broola don't drink
I mix
Full screen like imax
So I max 
Relax
Off the deep end
Get deep in the record
100 beats per second
Cut down the like rhymes
Cause they
yard fence in the back
Freak round the side with a feline hat

That's rippin'

Rip This

Rolling with a new song kicking my beats
With my girl by
"Ah HEY, all--"
"Attention, ladies and gentlemen" *cut and scratched*

[Evidence] (Iriscience)
Expand and Dilate, so by the end of the night
When we
Win a battle you never fought
Just by checkin' this record you bought
Over and on and on again
Get with it and do that thing

One, two, I'll party
(Steve: I don't know Woody.
 Are you sure you've got this think hooked up right?
Woody: Listen man, music is my life.
Steve: Alright. Two, three,
"Ah HEY, all--"
"Attention, ladies and gentlemen" *cut and scratched*

[Evidence] (Iriscience)
Expand and Dilate, so by the end of the night
When we
One, and here comes the two to the three and four
Then I drop the beat I have in store
Lay dynamics on the top like a rug
Make it sound smooth
up in the mix, a ?non fix? of convicts 
Conflict the prejudice, unrealistic 
Politics, economics, chicks, counterfeit 
2 face, they cliques be
fixing to find
What you get when you mix soft kisses
With a little red wine

[Chorus: ]
You say it takes two to tango
So, put on your dancing shoes