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CAUGHT UP IN THE RAPTURE
Anita Baker

When we met, I always knew
I would feel the magic for you
On my mind constantly
In my arms is where you
hole
While Miss Anita Baker say you bringin me jaw?
I came straight outta jail and did my thing on these boys
And we all yell 'fuck you bitch' and kept
to the A to the N to the E

Yo P don't tell me it was Jane you were douchin'
With the Anita Baker haircut

Nah more like Whitney Houston

While the record's still
gotta see em 
Because the ladies is all I dream of 
And not even Anita Baker can give sweeter love 
You know why? 

'Cause I can do it right [x4]
never ever be a faker, try to make a hit like Anita Baker 

In the rap, in the dope game, tryin to make some hits mayne 

Fo' sho', gotta let
She putting her mouth on everybody dick 

Hey yo Jackie, finest little thing in 12th grade 

Jazzy haircut, Anita Baker fade 

But I couldn't get
on the level of a star so the squads can sweat me
cause Chubb Rock always seem to rock the place
Peace to the homeboys Amityville and Mase
On the Anita Baker tip
never ever be a faker, try to make a hit like Anita Baker 

In the rap, in the dope game, tryin to make some hits mayne 

Fo' sho', gotta let
up
Shakin' up a storm, like Anita Baker
I'll take ya straight to hell and fill your heart with maden
Incarnate your fate in Satan's firey lake
Than
Shakin' up a storm, like Anita Baker
I'll take ya straight to hell and fill your heart with maden
Incarnate your fate in Satan's firey lake
Than I lock
never ever be a faker, try to make a hit like Anita Baker 

In the rap, in the dope game, tryin to make some hits mayne 

Fo' sho', gotta let
Caught up in the rapture like Anita Baker

When I roll up to you niggas like a skater
Move if you wanna when you see that red laser
No matter how you move
Sadat X
	"Hey baby.." -> Sadat X
	"Boom, the bip, the boom bip.." -> Q-Tip
Here's a little quote, from Anita Baker
Give the best to God, so won't you move
better in they pajama pants
I used to try to tap like Gregory Hines
"Lean On Me" word for word, I knew every line
My moms blast that Anita Baker
No wonder
To increase my fame and star stature
I'm like Anita Baker I'm caught up in the "Rapture"
Hittin' like bolos when I go solo
Last name is spanish but yo, I'm
Watchin' mob flicks, clappin' at imaginary targets
Adolescents up in Spofford, facing hardship
Newborns grew up on Anita Baker songs
In the 'hood, wonderin'
(huh) 

Bounded with a team of shakers to see the paper 

Then blow like Anita Baker, if you need it, just make it 

If you need to wake up, holler