| Ah yeah
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| Smooth dedications goin out to My man the E Double and the PMD
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| Special dedications to DJ Scratch
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| And the Albany Projects in Brooklyn, you know what I’m sayin?
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| We gonna break it down a little somethin like this here
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| 1, 2, and don’t forget the Daddy
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| O is for the only, chief is for relief
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| People like to talk about the Hip-Hop Band
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| Not that they get away with it, but they think they can
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| Cuttin their eyes, and frownin at Wise
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| And sayin Paul can’t cut — kiss my butt
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| Don’t know Bobby, smirkin at D.B.
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| Boy, stop jockin S-t-e-t
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| Do what you feel, and if you feel real froggish
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| Leap on this, so I can bust your lip
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| Because Allah made man, but man made speech
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| And speech is only talk, and talk is cheap
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| Well, like a boxer, we got the groove that sticks and moves
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| Boom! |
| another k.o., and now a major news
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| No short cuts when it came down to this
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| Some have wrote us off cause we continued to persist
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| Without fail, our actions prevail
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| Success breeds, and the legend unveils
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| While many pop duty, the Band stood cooly
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| Till our chance came, and we smashed them rudely
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| Proved that the soft talk was all pink water
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| Baked and fried em and threw em all a quarter
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| Cause when you talk that talk, and your talk is kinda cheap
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| You reap what you sow, and you sow what you reap
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| (Action speaks louder than words) (2x)
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| Aiyo, the situation seems very peculiar
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| Like the Jungle Brothers said: I’m gonna do ya But I’m not gonna do ya like a guy does a girl
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| When I do you, I’m gonna crash your world
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| Lights out, with the click of a switch you’re cut off
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| You can’t handle, so you break north
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| Then I said it before, and I’ma say it again
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| I’m the Daddy, O is for the wars I win, friend
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| Speaking of a war, yo, I get excited
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| The taste of victory, man, keeps me ignited
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| And like a bolt of light that shoots across the darkness
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| I’m flippin MC’s out by my pin-point sharpness
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| Punishment is due them, I whip em very thorough
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| I’m servin up the hype like there ain’t no tomorrow
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| The a-c-t-i-o-n means get the job done
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| MC Delite, now grab hold to my wisdom
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| (Action speaks louder than words) (4x)
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| Sittin in the park out in East New York
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| Soak in the sun, watchin the girlies walk
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| By, some say Hi, and some say Hello
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| And some say, How you’re doin, Daddy-O?
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| I say, Alright, but the beef I got
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| Is how the faggot MC’s try to cop my spot
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| Cause it’s cool to occupy your own
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| But if you come for mine, I’m gonna crash your dome
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| See, I don’t really always wanna be the aggressor
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| But my respect for MC’s continues gettin lesser
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| And just like my mother used to say in the past
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| Don’t let your mouth write a check that your ass can’t cash
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| So just imagine all the flack that you’ll be catchin
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| When you’re pop that weak, boy, yo, I be bashin
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| Rip all your bull, to show that we’re winnin
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| By blood, sweat, no tears, we’re provin, not pretendin
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| We daze and amaze till foes are left confused
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| Like some men treat their women, they get whipped and abused
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| Cause Stet is rolling strong, so what the hell goes on Try to gank this, your ass is gettin bombed
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| Cause action overspeaks above any plight
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| Peace, sincerely yours from MC Delite
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| (Action speaks louder than words) (4x) |