| Gotta be patient, gotta be calm
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| Just keep pacin, and move on Verse One:
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| Yo gimme somma that — somma what? |
| Somma that
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| over there, yeah who? |
| Takbir
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| The one that makes you bump when it ain’t hop enough
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| Don’t trip, Tiger Legs, move your waist, put em up With the bump and the Mickey’s club, freakin Aeon Flux
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| in a black tux, so back up, Tiger Chan, damn
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| in the jam or in the flow, 90 degrees
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| with the Three’s Company afro, crack the Newcastle
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| When it’s down to the wire, and I’m ready to grab
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| Pissed off enough, with no other way to react
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| Another sense rap said to block the thought process
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| Dressin the bid on my concious
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| Complex, gotta ?, my game face, in the same place
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| Wore my hat back, Ryu on my nameplate
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| Never waste, valuable brainspace, or thang chase
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| Chill, with the battle drill, that’ll kill? |
| space
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| Verse Two:
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| Just keep pacin, and move on.
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| With the time tickin deadlin waitin to sneak
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| I got a, million and one things to do in the week
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| With the time tickin deadlin waitin to sneak
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| I got a, million and one things to do in the week
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| Besides doin the freak, I’m two deep in the Jeep
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| with the junkyard crew, gettin somethin to eat
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| We lose sleep to pay dues, at two dollar venues
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| Ten dudes, one tomboy, with attitudes
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| that refuse to have fun, but I don’t give a These sparks runnin through the hands, up for $ 20 bucks
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| That’s a little too much, to even toss in the back
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| especially when you broke, livin off the scratch
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| You see it all comes down to the love for music
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| Short fuse, determinin how well we use it Guess who steps in the saloon with the platoon
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| of forty-five caliber bass cannon kabooms
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| Mechanical cartoon cocoons found to bust
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| to mute the crowd fuse the move ruins the crush
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| Plus detonator cordless mics are clutched
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| Fingertips tight around the invisible paintbrush
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| To the dawn of Egyptian musk, face the style
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| War trilogy way beyond Spies Like Us just
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| Chorus: repeat 2X
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| Gotta be patient, gotta be calm
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| Just keep pacin, and move on Verse Three:
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| Yo, I grab the rhythm by the waist and shake my own sound
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| Droppin it with ?, but my actions tango
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| Feelin the melodic remedy of an narcotic
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| Dancefloor cuisine wanna get — you got it My? |
| allowed knows how we get down
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| to these audio effects burn a hole in the ground
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| With the time tickin deadlin waitin to sneak
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| I got a, million and one things to do in the week
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| With the time tickin deadlin waitin to sneak
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| I got a, million and one things to do in the week
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| Besides doin the freak, I got two in the Jeep
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| Half black Thai in the back Jew in the front seat
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| Pumpin loud beats, hit harder than concrete
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| Calm before tropical storm Chan can bomb peeps
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| What the plan — what the deal
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| If I can — then I will
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| Flowin like grass with the mass appeal
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| What the plan — I’ma chill
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| Why man, you feelin ill?
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| Stop actin like a and take an Advil
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| It’s a plan
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| Yo man, you goin out or what?
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| Yeah give me five minutes and I’ll meet you in the truck
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| Chorus: repeat 4X
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| Gotta be patient, gotta be calm
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| Just keep pacin, and move on |