| Here comes the hurricane, C.L. |
| same name
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| Cut by the grain when I land upon the plain
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| Jah knew the Hebrew, a Papa Duke need you
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| But none of the fam who saw had a clue
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| Escalate the prime rate, words coagulate
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| Generate the mind’s state, never can deflate
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| Nigga, you jigaboo, it doesn’t have to be you
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| Funny like a cartoon, Pepe Le Pew
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| Pimp are the lyrical, g-string the individual
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| But the metaphysical isn’t spriritual
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| Straight from the heart I frame the art
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| Tutor up my class, real fast, very smart
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| Dictate the technique, wait a minute, I speak
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| Loved by my son and a kiss on the cheek
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| Stutter-step the concept, blueprint, or pro
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| Steady as we go so act like you know
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| I stand by the rabbi, sail in Shanghai
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| Always had an alibi even if I lie
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| Crucial, never neutral, bare the fruitful
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| Past time, another rhyme, skedaddle, Yankee Doodle
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| Light skin in lovely gyp, just for the honey dip
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| Here to make a megahit fit
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| Don’t install the pipe dream, renaissance regime
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| When you run ragged I pick up the steam
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| Chart on the record book, what Corey Love took the hook
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| Here’s a new book to civilize a crook
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| Purest of the pedigree, feed 'em a line
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| C.L., no Jezebel, can never sleep well
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| Thick like a dred, at the Club Med
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| The Mecca Don said, a fish out of water is dead
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| Pete Rock, the soul brother, cruise on a flow
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| Swing low and yell «Geronimo! |
| «, act like you know
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| C.L. |
| can play like Nike, come on just do it
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| Pacify the Gemini, soul into it
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| Pete to my beat is a rock like concrete
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| Hard for the street, the cipher never incomplete
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| A clean editorial, rather historical
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| Affordable, recordable, nifty like a portable
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| Mecca is the syndrome, when I come back home
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| Boogie on a baritone, listen on a phone
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| Libra, the achiever, toke a reefer
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| C.L. |
| the girl pleaser, like Ebanezer
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| So here is the good sign, I incline
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| Titties with the bitties when I wine and dine
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| Warm like corduroy, comes the bad boy
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| But just like Anita, Pete or I bring ya joy
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| «Agoobilonians"with your knowledge
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| And take as said so, flow and act like you know |