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a beginner
Baby in the spirit, let me go
In the name of Jesus please let me go!!!! (Come on!)

[Chorus: Patti LaBelle]
I know it cannot happen without
you at a party, put up your dickbeaters 
By time I get through wreckin your jaw 
You be callin Patti LaBelle and Barry White hardcore 
Why should I
As I sit back relax, steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail for fucking Patti LaBelle
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy singers that I want to sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin' Patti Labelle
Oh mama mi glad you are around 
Oh fi see yuh bwoy dem calking up the town 
Oh Papa, mi sorry say yuh gone 
Shoulda dey yah fi see how yuh bwoy
my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
By
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy singers that I want to sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin' Patti Labelle
off, hard for you somehow
I mean me being wack, oh come come now
That's quite ridiculous, so just admit you was
Thrilled, it's on your face, and it's
I'm not Prince, Lionel Richie, or Patti Labelle
I'm not the Cars, the Pretenders, or the be	-52's
My name is Young MC, and I'm the one you should choose
on this track
You ain't gonna use me to just be singin hooks
What I look like?
Patti LaBelle or somebody nigga? Heheh
Check it out, uh huh, yeah

Oh
through her student body union and
She, call me professor, say daddy come and test her
So she could fail on purpose and repeat the semester
I'm like,
on this track
You ain't gonna use me to just be singin hooks
What I look like?
Patti LaBelle or somebody nigga? Heheh
Check it out, uh huh, yeah

Oh
on this track
You ain't gonna use me to just be singin hooks
What I look like?
Patti LaBelle or somebody nigga? Heheh
Check it out, uh huh, yeah

Oh
had a girl
Now she's gone
She left town
Town burned down
Nothing left
But the sound
Of the front door closing forever

Gentle rain
Falls on me
All life
the cab to tell
I play 'em more high notes than Patti LaBelle (plus)
You gel, heavywear at (and)
Got ice and your bezie wear that
y'all doozers are
Like a two point five carat clustered jew-el
Rock like patti la-belle
Cause everything is real kid, you dead up
Dissect the true kids gettin set up
I'm not Prince, Lionel Richie, or Patti Labelle
I'm not the Cars, the Pretenders, or the be	-52's
My name is Young MC, and I'm the one you should choose
to the oil

I had it for sell but y'all fagots would tell
Go to jail and start singin' like Patti LaBelle
I ain't gon' back in a cell, you rat and you did
Subway
Almost four a.m.
Halloween night
Had enough to drink to make my own party
All my fellow writers in half costume, half asleep
Half silly, gone
the concrete with the thorn
And when I'm gone I shall live in a vase
Me and Porter just handling business
Boy we came a long way from blasting cannons
Raheem
Followed by Prince, followed by DeBarge, and MJB (MJB) and Jodeci (Jodeci)
Pattie Labelle (Pattie Labelle), followed by The Isley's (Maxwell)
the moonlight 
Up and down the river shore 
It's the call of the canyon 
Maybe I will see you once more 
Standing there alone by the ashes 
Of the fire we
Call me my love, love. Be sincere.
You've gone, you've gone,
you've gone from me.
Whoa, tragedy.
Whoa, tragedy.

Like smoke from a fire of love,
Baby it's no use, like yesterday's dreams
That we were lovers now you're gone
When you're alone, waiting by the phone
Give me a call, I'll be there
marks
I think I might have gone and inked you in

Little by little, inch by inch
We built a yard
With a garden in the middle of it
It ain't much,