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listening to every word that you'll sing.

Singing: (too much mix-up - mix-up)
(too much little mix up!)
Would you groove along now
(too much mix up -
(Kool Keith)
Well I'm first to rock, Moe Luv's the disc jock
By my side and wit the mix
?Clyde? scratches, mathces, all cuts combine
The faster
musical revelation 
And we're on this musical message to help the others listen 
Improve momentum and seek the electonic chance 
Like astrology 
Like
if we keep flirtin' fate &
hurtin' with hate. Time to grow up, get real, come on
We can ressurect the world by the lights early dawn
What so proudly
musical revelation 
And we're on this musical message to help the others listen 
Improve momentum and seek the electonic chance 
Like astrology 
Like
let's begin another yarn
That's flying saucer cheese, or is it chicken parm'
But roosters don't fly like boosters don't buy
So what powers cowards to get
it on, so I won't get busted
You know rap stars never get trusted
Baby want to get so I put it on vibrate
How does Mix-A-Lot communicate

With
you at, then ya ass is got

[Chorus]

[Solomon Childs]
We bringin' back the Twin Towers, 20-0-3, crack game electronic
Conceived with slow jams by
home runner
And sweet sugar J got you hot like the summer so I'm
A stepping back and let the DJ bust the mix Five boom
Get down [Repeat: x7]
How come there's so many people willing to suffer?
So they get up and suffer every day
They think they were put on this earth to suffer
And by god
a genius?
Hardest workin' man in the business
Shufflin' grooves from the underground
Nobody move, must be James Brown!
Wu Tang, mix it up sinuous
Big
the message

But war be the front page
In this mess-age

Ghetto celebs spread by the hundred
Macked by the same tactics
Wit us in a tundra

Goin under

Avoidin
com

Before they rub out clubs
Where you get your drink on

Mother father sister bro
Love is the message

But war be the front page
In this
home runner
And sweet sugar J got you hot like the summer so I'm
A stepping back and let the DJ bust the mix Five boom
Get down [Repeat: x7]
Old boy Goose bought a new pontoon
Roll out now, hit the lake by noon
You bring the drinks and I'll crank the tunes
Get some hot sun
Jeep full
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
you at, then ya ass is got

[Chorus]

[Solomon Childs]
We bringin' back the Twin Towers, 20-0-3, crack game electronic
Conceived with slow jams by
I'm in a state of yo
So if I go to the spliff that I passed
Mix it back with the slack from my man
With a tan sitting by the fan
In a heavy,
electronic beeps
Two-way pagers, Palm 7's, M-11's
Illegal weapons, mesmerized by the dope game
Smith & Wesson's, never went back for seconds
Sprung..
It be her friends nigga that's who
It be your bitch friends nigga they be
Nigga they be all up in your mix nigga
I don't even, ay nigga she don't
Look out the window and drank and chill out we get high!
It's 1 A.M. and the crowd is still live
Relax to the groove by me just move with ya' boy
Got
(Super Scratcher With A Golden Shower Rainbow Mix) 
I want to talk to you about forbidden pleasures of the flesh 
The most thrilling satisfaction
lesson (hype is as hype does!)
I'm cheerful expressing jump up
If it ain't loud enough, then signal Soundman for a pump up
Make sure He get your message
(What you doin' on our turf, punk?
Got a message for Smokey.
Give it.
You Smokey, man?
Give it!
If you ain't Smokey, it ain't yo' motherfuckin'
(What you doin' on our turf, punk?
Got a message for Smokey.
Give it.
You Smokey, man?
Give it!
If you ain't Smokey, it ain't yo' motherfuckin'