| Stories may be told, some right some wrong
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| About the way I put together, the Hev D song
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| Because the rhymes I recite, are powered like a rocket
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| When I say «bass"Eddie F will drop it
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| Decided in my mind to draw a picture that is perfect
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| Listened to it over and over but it was worth it
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| The Overweight Lover’s got the WHOLE party jumpin
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| But that ain’t nothin cause I just started cuttin
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| and flowin to the sound, created and designed
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| by me Heavy D, the Overweighter with a rhyme
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| Built like a bomb to destroy the place
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| Yo Eddie F, rock the BASS
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| Now when it comes to lovin, it can get no better
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| I keep a girlie warm in the winter like a sweater
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| Poetically spoken, the rest will get broken
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| While other flip lips if you talk start chokin
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| Take my gun and then aim it, your title I will claim it
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| Grab a camera, take a picture, blow it up and then frame it!
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| The Overweight Lover’s gonna dog the place
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| So Eddie F, rock the BASS
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| Ask I slam, but fly’s the tone
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| to the beat that I speak upon the microphone
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| Some describe my voice as a baritone
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| But all I know is on the throne, I hold my own
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| When you’re entered the joint, you knew that I would rip
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| And there was hope that you could «e another Hev D hit
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| So I won’t let you down, cause I’ma dog the place
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| Yo Eddie F, rock the BASS |