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retreated to a two-party system
The demon talks to birds gettin' lifted
Get by on the shit that we try
Got a lil frantic in the way that we lie
Your broken
With the fold out covers and the crazy illustrations
I got older and bought my own records
By thirteen I had three crates collected, huh
And that's my
made was good
There lived a D.J. and Paul was his name
He came up to Monty, this is what he said
You and OG are gonna make some cash
Sell a million
there's no time to waste
Do it again copy and paste
Party people in the place
Bring back the beat bring back the bass
Wana see you off your face
Tazo's
Blinkers open but the mind asleep
Some of us became the sheep
Hey man
Have you seen conformity experiment?
Stanford? Milgram? Bobo doll?
Oh, you're
might need a pint!
Got my drink and I-Just one more thing! Put a coaster under that or it might leave a ring! (Is it my turn?)
DJ Lukewarm, I'm back,
all you suckers out there
Kurupt Young Gotti
Holocaust '98, 2002 dilemma, 3003 remember?
4004 dissipated, re- and procreated, over- and understated
at a table is the main act
Undistracted by tonight's events, dude is laid back
Only with a wire tap can you hear his practice runs
Doesn't need his earbuds,
Hey, yeah, uh
It's a party over there, nah
It's a party over here, yeah
Fuck that bullshit
I ain't no Peter Piper, but I'll pay Peter to pipe
track
Talkin about you was an MC was not the move
Cause if you said you had skill, well then you had to show and prove
And if there ever was a party, son
it
You better gain way
You better hit bull's eye
The kid don't play
If there was a problem
Yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ
Brooklyn trains painted with graffiti juice
Got fiends on the block laid out by rock
Then Coogi wearing foos rob and mugging for shoes
DJ's everywhere
[Cos.m.i.c]
Loop Troop 99' David vs. Goliath
CosM.I.C, Supreme, Promoe, DJ Embee
Check it out! (What?)
Hated by everyone
(There is no way that we
This your boy DJ Woadie, now time in the mix
Yeah, we doing it live at Club N Dip man
What it do y'all? I got this new jam, it's called
his ass back
I said I'm not a Doobie Brother, but we do be hip
And there's one thing I dislike when people at a party sit
Now I didn't come here to be
what is what they like
Yeah and I can party with the best of 'em
At school but still can't touch them son
Ain't DC, but flyer then rest of them (oh, oh)
yo DJ loop the beat I'm slidin' on this
Like Radiohead I creep
XXX said it best the whole point is evolution
Open your mind to find out what the truth
by my side.
D! Is the dial your fingers dance.
Give it to me!
U! Under the spell of romance,
Can you let me get
I! Is the dangerous influence,
I feel
As is my crew,
Very very true
But there's more to this game
Than parties and good times
Lexus and cocaine
Gold chains and clever rhymes,
I see chains
Weather your gay or straight
Tonight there is no hate
Here we go let's tap to this new step
Weather your Christian or Islamic
Judaism or agnostic
Here we go
Losing My Religion
Bobby Beebob, Qwes Kross,
Bill Bery, Peter Buck, Mike Mills, Micael Stripe.
Oh life is bigger
It's bigger than you
And you are
' playin' my shit, start rollin it fast
So I can get to the bar and start toastin with Tash
Play this joint in the club, get the party on smash
My interest is
emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right, and by day
As the people say, live it up, shucks
No work or play, our world is free
loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it!
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice ice baby
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