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To leave the progress on your game
Try to fall asleep while your ears ring
From the loudest songs on your mix tape
I can dance to anything you wanna sing
Yuh switch from yuh kind 
And yuh nearly serve time 
Could a mix up in a babylon 
If yuh guilty you know the story 
But yuh bless by selassi hands
Rakim? That brother struck again'
Cuz mic by mic and stage by stage,
Tape by tape and page by page,
When the crowd is moving I compete with the mix
to the mix 
And think you'll sink into the rhyme like quicksand 
Holds and controls you 'til I leave 
You fall deeper in the style, it's hard to breathe
go in the club and dance, mix the alcohol
Great with roach spray, here's a drink, have a ball
Dance to the music, watch it party pooper
Yeah, you
Black candles dance to an overture
But I am drawn past their flickering lure
To the breathing forest that surrounds the room
Where the vigilant
another shot
Damn the music loud
I'm 'bout to mix it up and blend in in the crowd
Grip slip slide by the dance floor
Baby grab me by my hand say she
the TV on
And put in the dance mix
Let the boom box boom

I thought that I knew what love was
Then I saw you
Dancing in your underwear too
And I
the music loud
I'm bout to mix it up and blend in in the crowd
Whip, slip, slide by the dancefloor
Baby grab me by the hand say she wanna dance, oh oh
Is
got two
Stop by and have a good time its popping’ at snoops
Got a whole lot of this and I mix it with that
Me and timberland remember we bringin’ it
to, cho! 

Aiyyo! beboy stance in di dance so we say
Mr. Kardinal dun know don't play
Haffi buss a nut every ass gon' day
Don't mix up wid no
to, cho! 

Aiyyo! beboy stance in di dance so we say
Mr. Kardinal dun know don't play
Haffi buss a nut every ass gon' day
Don't mix up wid no
Trouble world, trouble child
Trouble times destroyed my smile
No change of heart, no change of mind
You can take what's yours but you gon' leave
the Caribbean
Skiin' off by P.M.
Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians
Fellatium style, play it like thirty-two Arabians
The greatest lesson is don't owe,
like that lil' mama
'Cause I can leave you 'lone
Mix the lime with that Patron
That's what we drinkin' on
She wanna go out to eat
But me, JD, I'm
mama
'Cause I can leave you 'lone
Mix the lime with that Patron
That's what we drinking on
She wanna go out to eat
But me JD I'm think home
Just so
and now I'm feeling it, I've got so much on the mind
With the need to unwind, leave the day behind
Now are you feeling it, there's nothing wrong with that,
want to jump, jump
Get'cha make ya pump, Paul
Still gon' miss ya bump, bump
Off a nigga fakin'
Goin' to a richin'
Bitches turn to shaken
Mafioso rule by
I may seem  
See that me deal wid realism get guided by all my dream  
Now raspberry ripple as you know it is my favorite ice-cream  

So when me
I leave 
Step to me 
Come and holla at me now 

The dance floor is crunk now baby 
And I'm tired of standing here by myself 
And you know I'm
Divine and not by chance
That you can make a hot track and do a little dance
And write a little rhyme
Ain't that crazy?
Words whose sounds match that
[Busta Rhymes]
Hey yo Swizz..
This s*** sound like some s***
The streets want to do the merengue to (yeah)
Or dance around a sombrero to, Who!
[Busta Rhymes]
Hey yo Swizz
This shit sound like some shit
The streets wanna do the merengue to (yeah)
Or dance around a sombrero to, WHOO!!!
candy paint, sprayed by that Eddie
12 coats of that clear lookin' like some grape jelly
My paint's drippin' wet, my slab is superb
Park the truck
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you why.
You see, I'm six foot one, and I'm tons of fun