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national anthem

Verse Three: Sir Mix-a-Lot

Am I a communist? No. But my brain ain't slow
Not long ago, Mix-a-Lot was po'
Never helped out by the ones
Hip Hop hooray,
Ho
Hey
Ho

[Vinnie]
You drew a picture of my morning
But you couldn't make my day, Hey!
I'm rockin' and you're yawning
But
[Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Tightly knit, my script is legit
I'm force feedin competition, more rebel shit
Rhymes on a roll, cold yet bold
I did "Posse
Hip Hop hooray,
Ho
Hey
Ho

[Vinnie]
You drew a picture of my morning
But you couldn't make my day, Hey!
I'm rockin' and you're yawning
But
I live and die for hip hop 
This is hip hop for today
I give props to hip hop so hip hop hooray...
Ho...hey...ho 

You heard a lot about
Uh, that's right
Uh, know what it is

I remember mix-tape exclusive, no-name producers
You wasn't hot till you sold by all boosters
Run up in
And do what you Love (for the game)
Just for just for hip hop not for rap yo
Love what you do
And do what you Love (for the game)
Just for just for hip
and you yeah, Snoop

All day wanna play, wanna rock with her
All day, every day on the block with her
My city, oh really be popping huh?
64S, hip hop
and DJ tricks
A lot of different DJ's was on the mix
It is a proven fact, music is a universal language
From the tip of Long Island to the Verrezano
and you'll wind up broke
B**** n****s don't deserve to kick it
With rich n****s, n**** we seven figure n****s
And we bigger than the biggest hip hop, n****s
Eagle Magnum and it stops
Waitin' for crime to roll and pick locks
Mauseburg pump blasts, he got dropped
That is the life of a 'Hip Hop Soldier', I'm
chest cavities
Be shatterin knees while bladders bleed
Gat'll squeeze, it's a merciless form of my formalities
I locked down south with hip hop doses
niggas
Nigga we seven figure niggas
And we bigger than the biggest hip hop niggas in rap
And when we get to spittin' make sure y'all step back
You with
n****s

N**** we seven figure n****s
And we bigger than the biggest hip hop n****s in rap
And when we get to spittin' make sure y'all step back
You
make'em regret it, soldiers...

Word! I know a lot of brothas out there want to get in this war...
You know what I'm sayin'? a lot of sistas got a lot
Told ya buffalo soldier 
Fell to the ground like Folgers
Couldn't hold the boulder
Fancy dancer paralyzed for an answer
In the hip hop game but
the realest and who wack, who white or who black
Critics want to mention that they miss when hip hop was rappin'
Motherfucker if you did, then Killer Mike'd
Aiyyo, what the fuck is this shit that y'all are listenin to
Nowadays on the radio man? you call that shit hip-hop?
That's some faggot bitch shit
the fly chicks hanging on our tip
Keep the girlies come with my bullwhip
All sucker DJ's I will swat
Call ill hip-hop with Mix-A-Lot
There's girls that
Whodini disappeared and Doug E. Fresh went stale
And I think Sir Mix-A-Lot got into some bad ale
The Fat Boys broke up and then one of 'em died
And when I
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
to the utmost
But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host
Introducin', yo fuck that nigga's name
My hip-hop drops on your head like rain

And when it rains
proper,
did dirt, did West cause I clown coppers (yeah).
Do hip-hop, rap, compose 'em most, I couldn't see me,
mad advanced and my skills are all about
From ring tones she sing my songs at the karaoke
She call me baby all day like I'm Bryan Williams
The new hip-hop landlord I'm 'bout to buy
are glistening but I'm listening 
Yeah, the master observes how rappers use vernacular 
To fail to capture the meaning attached to the words 
Hip-Hop