| Basically it’s like this
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| My patterns of talking exist
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| As a funky manoeuvre of reciting lyrics
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| Stayin calm, but then droppin my bombs
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| With my voltrons, protons and my atoms
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| Boom! |
| An explosion, I’m speakin very complicated
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| Where others have failed I have conquered and excelerated
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| Like Courtland in his court I command the fort
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| The teacher that’s teachin, and I need no support
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| Now few people can talk, but more people can gawk
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| But I prefer that you be down with my block
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| Because my funky dope spanglish for sure gettin dumb
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| Evaluatin suckers scared of my second comin
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| Now everytime I see ya, you try to bite the formula
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| But I’m just ignorin ya, and tellin ya, it ain’t for ya
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| Don’t take this as a diss, fella or dweller
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| Just showin you my form through my Talkapella
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| (Ooh, that’s funky)
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| (Ooh, that’s funky, momma)
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| (Rhyme was def, and then it went this way…)
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| Yes, I’m the one with the profound sound
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| Clockin my music dope all around
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| See, from what I give ya you will receive
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| It’s all in the delivery from A-c-e
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| Till my mind control is controllin my mind
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| And I’m lettin you know that I’m controllin mine
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| Cause I could buck your head, yeah (buck)
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| I could buck your head, yeah (buck)
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| I could buck your head one time, yo
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| But see, I haven’t got the time to do the crime, yo
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| No, I haven’t got the time to do the time, yo
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| I’m just hypin, hypin up the atmosphere, y’all
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| There’s no one that I fear, y’all, I make this very clear, y’all
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| I smack you with a lyric until you start to cheer, y’all
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| So listen to the funky chumpie that I brought to share, y’all
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| Not a ??? |
| of character, but I’m still there after
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| Everyone’s gone from the scene, cause I don’t care if the…
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| I just wanna bring, yo, my crazy funky lingo
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| Displayed upon the microphone when I want to swing, yo
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| Yes, my talkism is gonna be a seller
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| Through my Talkapella
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| (Ooh, that’s funky)
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| (Ooh, that’s funky, momma)
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| By now you love the rhythm
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| Cause how I like to give em
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| I’m not a greedy brother, you want some?
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| Take this for some
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| Now get funky, that’s why I gave it to ya
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| That’s right, I definitely had to save it for ya
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| Yes, I want you to enjoy my methods of speak
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| No worries, be happy, mi tribe is elite
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| Yes, I’m equipped with the hype tip
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| Of speakin, yes, talkin somethin you can deal with
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| But it’s somethin 'bout the hip-hop, we just can’t live without it
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| Give us a place to be, and then we’ll absolutely house it
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| The beat concoct trauma after at a coma
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| And you will find an exclamation after the word drama!
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| Then you will learn I’m on ya, and I will be upon ya
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| Because it’s dope, my man, you see, I know that you’ll respond to
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| My talkism is gonna be a seller
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| You wanna know why? |
| Causer it’s my Talkapella
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| (This is the mellow) |