| Yo yo yo
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| Right about now your mind is mine and
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| My mind is yours, if you down for the cause
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| That I’m kickin in effect is effective music
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| Let it blink at the street like your first slow stick and go
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| Right about now my mind is mine and
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| My mind is yours, to enjoy the shinin'
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| I’m inclined to give more than just a piece of my mind at love
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| See this is all of the above
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| Yo, right about now, my mind is yours and
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| Your mind is yours, for a gain or a loss
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| Whether accept or reject, perfect or defect
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| Turn up or rewind, turn down and eject
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| The point is, you’re free as a bird
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| I know this because somehow someway is this shit you heard
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| And the time and the place where bullshit’s preferred
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| The odds of even oppurtunity is absurd
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| But yo, right about now I’m on your dial
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| Your deck, your straight table, and oh yeah, your mind
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| Even physically consider me the sweat on your nose
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| The tone in your voice, the funk in your toes
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| The chill in your spine, the stoppage of time
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| As if the matrix was inserted in your chest like you was Optimus Prime
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| I be the, glint in your eyes and the sight of the blind
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| And you be the, living reason why I’m writing this rhyme
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| I be the, dap in your hand that you give to your man
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| When you open what you open mouth covered by your other hand
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| Brother its the first time that you heard, second time that you played
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| Or the third when you finally understand
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| Right about now I be MC J-Live, although I wear many hats
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| And several titles, its vital, the recital is recognized
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| That hip hop will never be idle, when its right about now
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| Right about now I hope you recognize that the name of the song
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| Is not Right About Now, but All of the Above
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| The soundtrack is courtesy of, DJ Spinna
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| So be careful when you enter the realm
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| We all real but feelings are so strong
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| They clouded from the facts if you not on track
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| And the fact is even being yourself takes practice
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| When you front too hard, you never get it back
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| But the, question is, who am I? |
| Who is this?
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| Is it live, is it real, is it here, is it deep
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| Can you summarize with letters
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| Like (J-B-K-N-Y-to your D-D-J-M-C)
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| Is it, deeper than digital, uncrunchable
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| With your 0's and 1's
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| And never get the whole sum
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| Is it, where you goin to or where you’re coming from?
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| Smarter than the prodigal son, or cold gettin dumb
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| Is it fully abreast, of the old world mess
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| And gettin shit off my chest
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| Just to relieve the sufferin or
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| Tryin' a party till the headlights go off
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| The heads light up when I go off
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| Is he tougher than nails, or sharp as a tack
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| Approximate, or right and exact, Is he pro-dope, or anti-wack
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| Conscious or slack, representin yellow, brown, and black
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| Strong enough to attack, or wise enough to hold back
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| «Yes» … [---Sampled from «My Philosophy" — Boogie Down Productions
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| The answer precisely
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| Whether it be hard like Shotokan, or soft as Tai Chi
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| It’s the balance of life, you call it equality
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| Yins and yangs rivalry slash comradery
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| Its the speed of thoughts, calculated musically
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| Celebrated naturally, elevated constantly
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| Right about now you can bubble in A to Z
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| Cuz the question and the answer, and the album is me |