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[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
to kiss, suckers throw a fist
A lot of rappers try to rap, but it ain't like this

[Sir Mix-A-Lot talking]
Ha haha ha, the true Iron Man of rap droppin' this
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
[Verse 3 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Criticized by the main stream
For not bein the house jig and keepin things squeaky clean
But I can't, so I ain't
But I won't play
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
(ya)
Is the Jungle Brothers (yeah)
On a black piece of wax (yeah)
My name is Mike G (uh huh)
On the mix is Sammy B
First in line to kick the rhyme,
I just keep moving forward
I got places to go, man, let's go

When the Armageddon's dark and dread
A lot of weak-hearted weep and moan
Only the strong
seven-nine three one one)
With beepers
(Enter telephone number or numeric message
Press the pound key now)

[Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Pagers, call 'em what you
promoter best friend
Put yo money on me if you want win
Lot of rappers sittin' home on the weekend
Got a waitin' list shawty put y'all off in
Can't move
other rappers, man, they got the gall
To even think they on my level
Sports-Illustrated model all in my condo
Ice in the pot
In the trap, I'm Sir
sure seem rude
For fam like the partridges, pardon him for the mix-up
Battle for your Atari cartridges or put your kicks up, it's a stick up

Now put
[ INTRO: Chris Rock ]
...All this ill shit
This fuckin Sir Mix-A-Lot shit
What the fuck is this shit?
See the shit's video?
'PUT IT ON THE GLASS!'
Uh!

I did good in my hood as a youngster
The Heavster was never a punkster, no sir
No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed
I dug Soul
Puttin my finger against NASA
When I die, bronze my mic, preserve it for newcomers
to visit my gravesite like a shrine
Rappers'll line up faithfully, just
same thang  game came when I left em 
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie 

But I'm his Royal Slickness  ghetto weakness  come Rick is
a whole lot of rappers make a whole lot of noise (hey) 
Lyrics full of steroids, niggaz paranoid (hey) 
And when you get that blowup, it make you throw up
the dirt 

'Cause a whole lot of rappers make a whole lot of noise (hey) 
Lyrics full of steroids, n****z paranoid (hey) 
And when you get that blowup,
a visit I pay - and does it pay!"
And his friend, Liquid Len by name,
Of Wine, Women and Wandsworth fame,
Said "I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that
a thing for a brother like me
Uncle Sam want to buy another missile (yep)
Strip Mix-a-Lot straight down to the gristle (mm)
I made a few mil'
On mad mix shows I got wreck off the mind
But what's in a rhyme, if it don't sound tight?
You ask me if a lot of rappers are wack man you damn right
a lot of rappers are wack man you damn right
Who's to say these brothers from l.a.
Will take charge like debarge and shine, in a special way?
I say
say that I'm attractive
They describe my love and that's being hyperactive
I'm just a brother who likes to romance alot
Look at me as the black Sir
Yo, a lot of rappers holler tough stuff, they don't live it
When you hear me emceeing I'm speaking from experience
Keynote speaker, rock funk freaker
pay off
A lot more done you give a nigga one day off'
He took my advice, 'stead a yell again
Sir noticed that my input was accurate intelligence
pay off
A lot more done you give a nigga one day off'
He took my advice, 'stead a yell again
Sir noticed that my input was accurate intelligence