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tried to come back down
To where I can see it, there's no return
And I know should I be the one to fall
I might as well beat it, yeah yeah

Step by
before leavin' his beat
They call him desk duty, Robocop
Younger dudes call him Freddy Krugs from the way he walk on the
Block

[Chorus]

Heard
Rich or poor in jail why the fuck should you be miserable
Things happen for reasons, the clock keeps tickin'
Love could have your heart beat skippin',
Now... who got the beat that makes ya bump? 
And who got the bump that ya thump? 
Well, I got the funk that makes ya bump 
So we gon funk this
Geah, make a move y'all
Which part you wan' lose?
The clip is loaded, the quatro is on cruise
I'm back to work bitch, the clock off snooze
I'm
a mini-clock latchin on to tones
My demeanor can't be shattered, I'm followed by the man
I follow through a fully-executed blueprint plan

[Iriscience]
I
tight
Reminiscing on memories from last midnight
Time constraints why I hate music biz
I counter punch clocks, pay no attention what time it is
Chop
dues
Putting styles on lock and making beats by the bundle
Scooping more props than Bryant Gumbel, and staying humble
But then you go and have to act
yours Infamous on top better rep yours
Fuck around and test yours
First be the best off

[Godfather]
If it's war nigga abort
Combat sport
Survive by all
foxy fine mama, by my side, you know that? (Word?)
Right now I'm makin love, but I'ma, say a few rhymes
Check it out, one time for the braincell

Well
with a neighbour
Freeze the MC's that wanna see thee
By now Naughty By Nature by me
They want me to come and come up faster, that could be arranged
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat.
Now, what you hear is not a test - I'm rappin' to the beat,
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
all day
So I had to get it nigga in the hallway
Nigga I already know I was headed to the top
By 9 o'clock pussy ass niggas spinned the block
The same
York raw as my voice box soars I'll
Open your pores 'cause it's one of my chores
Kickin' beats to boggle rhythms, cuttin' rhymes to a schism
People
The clock is tickin'
Finger's itchin'
To unleash a piece
Some 32 empty homies
That are dyin' to beat
The [?] flesh you want to kill me
Sucka really
Ya'll
for the whole week
I just go to sleep because when I wake up I am not an emcee
I get back on the clock when I hear the next beat
I'll write about
to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat

Now, what you have here is not a test, I'm rapping to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test - I'm rappin' to the beat,
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
the door with Queensbridge tournament shirts

Back then, nobody wore a vest
Pull out razors, you had to put your hand skills to the test
Get your Pumas
Geah, make a move y'all
Which part you wan' lose?
The clip is loaded, the quatro is on cruise
I'm back to work bitch, the clock off snooze
I'm
to change clothes in the shower
Shit I'm shot by the dough pad,
Heroin stashed in the broke ad, gun by the moped
Fingerprints in the last weapon I threw
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat.
Now, what you hear is not a test - I'm rappin' to the beat,
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
Certified on the clock, them ducks with metal glocks

It takes place on the planet in rocks
Take nothing for granted, raised by these thieves and bandits
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat

Now what you hear is not a test
I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends
Are gonna try to move your
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat

Now what you hear is not a test
I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends
Are gonna try to move your