| You know how we be reckoning white labels hard-to-get
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| Once again
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| Live on Grand Central
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| Next stop — Grand Central
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| Yo!
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| Phone’s ringin', where’s the action, time to get on blaze
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| Half-next I got your message I’m about to go page
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| Grand Central, time to blow some mentals, cashing the essentials
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| Build enough credentials, that’s essentials
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| I make timbo’s shine like the face on a dime
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| Make you freak, electric boogie, whap, Boogaloo-one
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| Jump back kiss myself and still keep myself in time
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| Check the brotha the you’re seein' just stays on your mind
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| We got the fundamental usage
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| To make you feel the looseness
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| You recognize the jungle and you’re screaming «Oh my goodness!»
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| The remedy to keep the party lively
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| It’s no trouble or mystery who you call, yo
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| The JB’s — like cool breeze on a coast
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| Ain’t gotta say no more we let the vibe be your host
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| And let the rude boy roast, and like the fat rump roast
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| Won’t you take a taste of this, you’re on-off wagging your boast
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| Iit’s the can’t-go-wrong, it’s the funky-and-strong
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| It’s tha tack, you tell the DJ let the record play on
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| Play on, play on, play off, play on — uh yeah
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| Uh do you want me to flow?
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| Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah
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| Sing another funky rhyme?
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| Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah
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| Uh do you wanna feel the vibe?
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| Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah
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| Well I’ma do it one time
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| Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh check it out, hah
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| They call me Afrika, I fit the script bone you with the Statula
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| I comin' back at ya with more juice than Dracula attackin' ya
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| Lyrical acrobatics is a habit
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| Makin' the track bounce like a Bugs Bunny rabbit
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| Take you behind my bush, spill it on your belly
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| Keepin' on the down-low just like R. Kelly
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| Unload my clip with the JB classics
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| Tou know that baby damn like they drop their funky shit
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| Like you, you got the flava, know you caught the vapours
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| Want that koochy lick in the only sky-pager
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| You know me from the native time, eighteen years young
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| But it was the trade that made your money give me some
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| Yeah, play on & play on & play on & play on Grand Central
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| Uh do you want me to flow?
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| Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah
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| I’ll sing another funky rhyme?
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| Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah
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| Uh do you wanna feel the vibe?
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| Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah
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| Uh do you want me to flow?
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| Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah
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| Yo, yo, it’s Mike G, the grand boogie, we make 'em bounce and such
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| I was just a young boy when I learned the jungle touch
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| Made a platina from rust, made a build-up in trust
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| And when the sound boy came, we came around and we crushed
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| We set the scoops up nice and that we through want to miss
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| And then we tapped them with the horns they never came off their crib
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| The rhyme reck’ning grows as the roof gets phrased
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| It’s just another scene the Brothers had to put bun cleans
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| Orchestrated by the Brothers that groove in Grand Central
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| I learned to make you bounce as a part of fundamentals
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| Every record must be sold 'cause in this job there are no rentals
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| Let my soul die when only Vai-Chi's suck my mentals
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| When I rock upon the mic i’m pushing hard for my mental
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I play on
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| I play on
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| I play on
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| Yeah
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| Do you want me to flow?
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| Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah
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| Sing another funky rhyme?
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| Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah
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| Uh do you wanna feel the vibe?
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| Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah
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| Well I’ma do it one time
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| Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh check it out, hah
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| Uh do you want me to flow?
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| Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah
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| Sing another funky rhyme?
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| Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah
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| Uh do you wanna feel the vibe?
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| Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah
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| Well I’ma do it one time
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| Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh check it out, hah |