| Don’t need to stress the fact that we’re fresh
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| Right this mindstate continue to bless lifes in each state
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| With rhymes from Stro, baritone in the zone
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| Othello with the molotic flow, bring the soul home
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| And the first up greet you is the funky prez
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| Better know to many as Rez (And he’s Off!)
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| (Rez):
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| Arrangment and progression and dyamex confession
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| The man, when we’ll crisis to songs in this profession
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| Assume with the rhythms of life in this complexitis
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| As simple as sound compulse or most found recipies
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| Sonicly constricted and I ain’t even draped it The soundscapes we make is just to escape it When styles get old, and the music is sound stated
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| We write with love and God’s appreciation
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| (Othello):
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| My buisiness is this just to get down (DOWN)
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| Gotta a lotta bounce and i surround without a doubt (DOUBT)
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| Heard of ya fence, hop over ya egyptian style (STYLE)
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| Brother man is passin what you fillin in the sound
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| When we release, make city boys shout (SHOUT)
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| Country bumpers, bumpin and move somethin out (OUT)
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| It’s the method of The Procussion and Lightheaded direction
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| Brake me blessin and in this session will last the impression
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| (Stro The 89th Key):
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| I’m at war with the compostion, written an illa fire
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| Find a moment of truth, serenaded, I got followed by The final movement, transcriped
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| Triple me the time G made the dominent seven
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| Go inside with the author
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| Rhythm and words written to minester
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| Hope in the book of life, my key signature’s found
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| Soon after that you won’t see me around
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| Wake up ya’ll, here comes that sound
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| Are you listenin?
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| (J + Stro)
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| Now when we get together to see, hearin the other
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| Fresh to the letter, ill vibe go get us Turn it out if you let us, now turn it up it get’s better
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| ‘Cause the next one is a set up, MC’s to flex nice
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| Trail with the passion of delivery endless
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| The J make ‘em say, «man I’m feelin the jam»
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| Ohmega Watts make the body rock hotter than july
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| Turn it up a notch, put your hands to the sky
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| Like AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH
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| (Braile):
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| Liquid, lyrical Braile, I illuminate the back drop
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| Get open over the track cocked back, and blast off
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| ??, ?? |
| spittin rap and wisdom
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| Got Dj’s scratchin and itchin' as i appears the vision
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| Shockin and rockin it, Ohmega Watts, mega hertz
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| An electric surgeon, mention from the underground emurstin
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| God’s workin first, and with the rhythm rippin till i burst
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| If you thirsty chickens let me purify the verse
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| (The J):
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| Yo yo!
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| Hear the god giving rhythm your heartbeat
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| Driven of 4/4, this is what the musicians was called for
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| The soundwall we found on the pound drunkskin
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| Me and the melody tellin me we standin for somthin
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| (THE PROCUSSION!) Just a part of the R They started doin the father part of lightning the dark
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| We write in the marque, ignigting the mic with a spark
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| Soul literature pick through what he write from the heart
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| (Ohmega Watts):
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| I got juice, supply, amplify by the mega watts
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| I’m ohmega, watch me and the crew (ROCK RHYMES!)
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| In a classic school fashion, long lasting flavour
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| Tell a friend, tell a neighbour (THAT)
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| Misbehavior’s not factor when we master the art
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| And control crowd bringing the sound heard from miles around
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| Travelling through the ground, got soul by the pound
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| Spread the word or tell about this fresh sound that you found
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| (Noelle):
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| Pickup. |
| pickup that sound. |
| They did it again, they did it again x4
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| Sound off!
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| (Braile)
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| Braile Brizzy and i’m blessin the mic.
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| (Rez)
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| Rezinint in the place and we keepin' it hype.
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| Sound on…
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| (Both)
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| Sound off!
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| (Ohmega Watts)
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| Ohmega watts, chop, dig and design
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| (The J)
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| Yo! |
| This the J only livin' to shine
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| Sound on…
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| (Both)
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| Sound off!
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| (Othello)
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| Othello with the heart in the rhyme
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| (Stro)
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| Stro the 89th key but my real name’s Brian |