| Aww way back in the day when I was still livin’in Queens,
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| Barely hip to the hopper Run DMC,
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| Me 'n my baby Perez,
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| Kickin’back with a six pack of Guinness,
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| X-wing fighters flyin’off of the bus,
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| Too fast like we got perennies on us,
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| To everyone we was one in the same,
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| Like brothers sharin’a name,
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| Then many years on down the line,
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| We torin’needles in his eye,
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| All the sudden like out of the sky,
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| Turn around angry to dry,
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| What what what what what you show no sign,
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| I never knew this friend of mine,
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| Yeah knew this friend of mine,
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| Yeah yeah,
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| I got so much trouble on my mind,
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| Though I don’t try to be unkind,
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| Sometimes it gets way out of line,
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| But now it’s too low!
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| Yeah you blow my mind,
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| Don’t want your face around,
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| Yeah what just went down,
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| Don’t want your face around?
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| Remember the time we watched kung-fu together,
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| Couldn’t play outside because of bad weather,
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| Back then I knew you was my best friend,
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| Somehow I needed that right now,
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| Boilin’up like a roller in a crack pipe,
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| Goin’up on the gate for the whole shot,
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| Redlined twelve amped up pistons,
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| Gimme teeth so I can put my fist in,
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| There is nothing left of you and me,
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| The bird has flown out of the tree,
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| Long gone and nothin’is the same,
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| Blowed up like a face with no name,
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| What what what what what whatcha wanna do?
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| Cause I don’t believe whatcha do,
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| Yeah believe whatcha do yeah yeah,
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| I got so much trouble on my mind,
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| Though I don’t try to be unkind,
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| Sometimes it gets way out of line,
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| But now it’s too low!
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| Yeah you blow my mind,
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| Don’t want your face around,
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| Yeah it kills the sound,
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| When you hang around,
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| (Ooh why did you turn?),
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| And kick me to the ground now,
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| Yeah just one down,
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| Don’t want your face around?
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| At times I dream of better days,
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| When we was chillin’in the place,
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| Now I live within a sound,
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| And you will never bring me down,
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| (Yeah!),
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| I got so much trouble on my mind,
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| Though I don’t try to be unkind,
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| Sometimes it gets way out of line,
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| But now it’s too low!
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| Yeah you blow my mind,
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| Don’t want your face around,
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| Yeah it kills the sound,
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| When you hang around,
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| (Ooh why did you turn?),
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| And kick me to the ground now,
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| Yeah just one down,
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| Don’t want your face around? |