| Groove Sessions Volume Five
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| Reaching new heights when the booth’s mic-ed
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| Watch shit break out like a food fight
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| Still living that crew life
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| Chinese Man
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| Scratch Bandits Crew
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| Baja Frequencia
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| Youthstar
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| ASM
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| Set if off, Illaman
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| Straight shot, dead 'em
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| Head top missing
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| Six foot grizzle
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| Pop like pistol
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| This ones sick
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| This one like missile
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| Launch 'em high
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| We stay on grizzle
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| Break 'em all, man move too brittle
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| High grade puff get bun that’s stizzle
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| Cooked like steak, best sit and sizzle
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| Don’t get rate like swanky tipple
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| Two beers I’m good, that’s my shizzle
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| On good vibe like nice up still
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| Chinese Man, three dons plus Ill
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| Can’t tess man, that’s straight no deal
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| Spit at will
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| Yes we will
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| Man like FP on my right
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| Get up on microphone and set the place alight
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| On the track like the TGV
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| «Désolé», puffing on the CBD
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| Estimate countless iterations
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| With no shit to say
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| Just the same
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| Get the fist to ane'
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| 'Til the wrist is sprained
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| We taking distant lanes
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| In twisted ways, instant rain
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| Getting deeper still like menstrual pain
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| Preach the old, but meant for change
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| Keeping hold of pencils the essential thang
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| On a need to know
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| Sweltering heat for your pizza dough
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| Takeaway flavour for your fever, bro
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| Ey yo, what’s poppin' over there?
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| Ey yo, we’re chillin' over here
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| All my people in the place throw whatever in the air
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| True bredrin, spiritual monks
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| We in the groove session shit is ridonc
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| Ey yo, what’s happenin' over there?
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| We’re just chillin' over here
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| All my people in the place throw whatever in the air
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| True bredrin, spiritual monks
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| We in the groove session shit is ridonc
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| Well I’m a sarcey muthafuckin arsonist
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| But flames can’t harbour this
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| I’ll write a partial list of cunts
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| To merk to this with bargain chips
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| No half in this
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| A full English cocky bastard
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| A Darwinist
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| The herbalistic lyricist
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| Taking the piss endorsing this
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| Demolish this
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| No substitute but who resists
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| Picking off rappers like who’s the shit
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| Fucking up things like an activist
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| Buss a mic drop and you’re all dismissed
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| I’m informed of your poor form in this
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| I’ll send a swarm of locusts in sandstorms
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| You’re doomed in this
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| The ancient streets of Paris
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| Where his parish
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| By moon recite the kaddish
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| Serve daikon radish to the abbott
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| Monastical
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| Syntactical jiu-jitsu when it hits you
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| Grammatically precise like the blade of Yoshimitsu
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| Bomb like Mogadishu. |
| fanatical
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| The pattern stay intangible and weave with undeniable ease
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| Yo. |
| They say his literary style is neoclassical
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| He’s back from his sabbatical
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| It rang through the trees
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| Ey yo, what’s poppin' over there?
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| Ey yo, we’re chillin' over here
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| All my people in the place throw whatever in the air
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| True bredrin, spiritual monks
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| We in the groove session shit is ridonc
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| Ey yo, what’s happenin' over there?
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| We’re just chillin' over here
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| All my people in the place throw whatever in the air
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| True bredrin, spiritual monks
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| We in the groove session shit is ridonc
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Scratch Bandits are back on the track to come merk that
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| CMR run tings they don’t play bout
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| Chinese Man down with the sound and the comeback
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| Baja come through, watch them bun that
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| Scratch Bandits are back on the track to come merk that
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| CMR run tings they don’t play bout
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| Chinese Man down with the sound and the comeback
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| Baja come through, watch them bun that
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| Chinese Man!
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| CMR, hold tight, yo peep that
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| Scratch Bandits Crew!
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| CMR, hold tight, yo peep that
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| Baja Frequencia!
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| CMR, hold tight, yo peep that
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| Youthstar, Illaman!
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| CMR, hold tight, yo peep that
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| A State of Mind!
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| CMR, hold tight, yo peep that |