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But been frost bit, back back young bitch
Orange Catalina same color as a Sunkist
Six 12's beat every time the fuckin drum kick
Born on the track, so
Words by Adrian Mitchell, music by Arlo Guthrie

Victor Jara of Chile
Lived like a shooting star
He fought for the people of Chile
With his songs
Vroom! Get at me the Doctor is fine
Cadillac transform into Optimus Prime, I ain't lyin'
I'm the future satellite dish on the Coupe
Wanna be hood down
and a spare in the back
Lord who could ever ask for more
Sitting up high as the world goes by
Kicking-up dust in your tracks
It's a matter of pride
I'm talking both lips, what you know 'bout boat trips?
Drop her a** at the Chocolate Factory (Chocolate Factory)
(Yeah) We did them 12 Play's
(Yeah)
I'm talking both lips, what you know 'bout boat trips?
Drop her a** at the Chocolate Factory (Chocolate Factory)
(Yeah) We did them 12 Play's
(Yeah)
I'm talking both lips, what you know 'bout boat trips?
Drop her ass at the Chocolate Factory (Chocolate Factory)
(Yeah) We did them 12 Play's
(Yeah)
the future tracks from the past)
This is radio-mass (I'm a thief I stole the beat)
This is radio-mass (Tracks from the future tracks from the past)
This is
And them bomb beats
To make me move

Color of dead
Looks like the future is history

Why you dissin me
Ain't no mystery

On the outside peekin in
End of your
For the groove
And them bomb beats
To make me move

Color of dead
Looks like the future is history

Why you dissin' me
ain't no mystery
of my life

Remember then? bit o honey days
Back when 8-tracks were the craze with that Far-out sound
And the future seemed so far away
And we'd
Uh, say what? 
Uh, say what? 
Uh, say what? 
1-2, 1-2 
I be that man they call Timbaland 
On these funky beats do you hear him? 
Uh-huh, Uh-huh
to the sun, I get harassed by the ton
Want to beat you for money son, I'll smack him for fun
I represent the east baby, that's where I'm from
I'll smoke you
from that sword of Davis
That kidnap hip hop tracks and the beats in the game of rap
Put my soul in it

Care less about the gold in it
Boom
'em til my own hands start bleedin 
Beat 'em til they lungs stop breathing and they heart stop beatin 
From 12 am to 12 pm in the evening 
With three
Just kick a little something for them cars that be bumpin'

Yeah alright
But we need a beat that they can front to
Oh, that'll work
Be funky
save us from that sword of Davis that kidnap
Hip hop tracks and the beats in the game of rap
Put my soul in it careless about the gold in it
Boom
boat trips?
Drop her ass at the Chocolate Factory (yeah)
We did them 12 Play's (yeah)
And you know who you is girl
We been fuckin' since the 12
up your raps, and join the Dangerous Crew
We got mo' beats than the average joe
And a 24-track studio
So forget what you heard, and we'll see it's
through the whole track
The track is banging by its self
Know what I'm saying?
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
They don't want
To fuck with me
They don't want
trying to dis
You think you can beat us, shit (shit)
Free them ill 1 to 12
Jeez and a bells
Free them ill creators
Just, I'm a friend, what (what)
But somehow we've gotten off-track
And we never really got it back, no, yeah
I think we better find a way, yeah
And get right back to the good old
the heart
Pump through the street, Rza make re-break beats
Packed seats, rapid fire raps at off track meets
And an arm tank, high rank, heavy metal shank
Okay, welcome to my 12 bar
The beat, wears it like a kevlar
As I smoke my tree, medlar, South African
Coughing 'til there's pains in my fucking
Stimulate phat, Sunzini, nigga, gifted and black
Now watch me mack to the kingdom of rap

[12 O'Clock]
Give me a beat, nigga dealin' battles like a thief