| If you’re anything like me, you probably don’t read The Source
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| Anymore, and miss crews like the JVC Force
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| Don’t stop, show no shame, dance to disco
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| And you know the baddest DJs come from San Francisco
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| But be sure to tell DJ Static if you see him please
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| When you’re in Denmark, he was robbed at the DMCs
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| Shouts out to Swamp and other DJs that were fronted on
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| And all of those that like to dig for oldies, yo, the hunt is on
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| I’m always down to make trades for shit with those in the know
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| I just found another copy of Moog Indigo
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| I’m on a steady look out for dope breaks, non-stop
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| All I had to pay was fifty cents at a pawn shop
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| And when it comes to being phat, the best kind of weight gain
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| Has to be seeing your name up on a freight train
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| Moving galleries of steel to show the giants
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| To the people all over the world, you know the science
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| Uh-huh, you know the science
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| Uh-huh, you know the science
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| Uh-huh, you know the science
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| Uh-huh, you know the science
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| You get buckwild!
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| I got the hip-hop holy ghost in each one of my body parts
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| The needle to the record, cos that’s when the party starts
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| Hard rocking, it is hell and no way to live
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| All the time, I don’t wanna dwell on the negative
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| Oh no, cos I be the self-fronted low
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| Professional DJ, 1200 Hobo
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| Crew member, nomad, down to show alliance
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| To those that’s in it for the love, you know the science
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| Uh-huh, you know the science
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| Uh-huh, you know the science
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| Uh-huh, you know the science
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| You get buckwild!
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| Rhymes to the beats and showing no signs of going soft
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| Gimme a mic and I’m gonna start showing off
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| I hustle coast to coast and represent the Sebutones
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| While I write my rhymes at high noon and finetune my own style
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| Cos every now and then I talk shit and curse and swear
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| Whether I go first or last, I’m no worse for where
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| And I combine scratches and complicated compositions
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| On the radio, on records, or at competitions
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| High powered going left to right, and you can switch the role
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| 33 to 45, maneuvering the pitch control
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| To get get my daily dose of arty rock to feel revitalized
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| And bless the microphone for the gods I’ve always idolized
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| I pledge allegiance to the beat box and the enthusiasts
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| Especially the ones that are hard to please and choosiest
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| I gotta keep hope alive for those who show defiance
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| Hip-hop, as a religion, you know the science
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| «You are not alone. |
| This is the language of on-again, off-again: the future,
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| and it is digital.» |