MCs keep comin' with the same ol' thing
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With the same ol' swing, with the same ol' ending
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The same ol' climax 'cause many have no vertebrae
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Yo, but D-E-L and Hieroglyphics have to murder a
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Fraudulent foe real quick and get them off of our dicks
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Show the public that they ass ain’t slick
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They lack skills, and they can only thrill ya by dance steps
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I coulda iced Vanilla but I haven’t got the chance yet
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But that’s okay 'cause he was dissed on Soul Train
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He got booed because his rhymes are so lame
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He ain’t the only one, he’s far from it
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There’s more on Earth and they’re all gonna plummet
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Like falling stars because a brother’s in charge
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I’mma stomp mud holes in they ass like they was El DeBarge
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Then charge to the front of the class
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Suckers everywhere like broken glass, yo
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But I’mma keep troopin' through the Meadow with the fellow
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Named X and a pillow, to sock the pussy willows
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While I get dough as I grow as a rhymer
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And they can keep showin' their teeth like Aunt Jemima
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It’s the same ol' thing…
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The same ol' thing (All over the world)
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The same ol' thing (Got to get wit' it)
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The same ol' thing (MCs out there got…)
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The same ol' thing (And it’s gettin' kinda ancient)
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The same ol' thing (All over the world)
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The same ol' thing (Got to get wit' it)
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The same ol' thing (MCs out there got…)
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The same ol' thing
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I’m in your face with force to eliminate monotonous
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Braggin' and boastin', so most will end up profitless
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'Cause they ain’t got a foot to stand on
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And I’mma leave the stage bloodier than a tampon
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I can’t get no rest because of gang of little pests
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Will step and try to test me with the same ol' thing
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I wish it would stop but more than likely it will not
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'Cause too many MCs got the same ol' thing
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So I change and rearrange rhyme patterns
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Keep ya mind scatterin', occur in solar system
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And I still dissed 'em
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The ones with the crumbs on they lips
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Talkin' about Sucka MCs that don’t exist
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And I get the gist so don’t play me like a imbecile
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Thinkin' that ya large, but ya small as a thimble
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Plus I get mental over funky tracks
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And you still talkin' Sucka MC’s? |
That shit is wack
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If I ever dissed an MC it was one with a name
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So don’t tell me he was one in the same
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Because I know better, I flow better than the average Joe
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I use my Nubian stick to overthrow
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That same ol' thing…
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The same ol' thing (All over the world)
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The same ol' thing (Got to get wit' it)
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The same ol' thing (MCs out there got…)
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The same ol' thing (And it’s gettin' kinda ancient)
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The same ol' thing (All over the world)
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The same ol' thing (Got to get wit' it)
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The same ol' thing (MCs out there got…)
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The same ol' thing
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MCs out there got the same ol' thing, got the same ol' game
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And trip, some got the same ol' name
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Like Rockmaster This, Mighty Kingathat
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Damn, who died and left you the Wolfman, Jack?
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But the Boogiemen are irregular
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Spectacular, Dracula, and plus we’re gettin' clever
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I never had the urge to add a tag to my title
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And I won’t add a (rah) or a (huh) at the end of my recital
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Hip hop hibbit
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I never say a rhyme like that 'cause I can take my time and give it
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Thought
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So I went and bought
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A pen and pad
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Now I’m makin' MCs real mad
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Like Young MC goin' out like Sugar Hill
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Add a new beat, new rhyme, (huh) bogus still
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And even if we are in the same gang it ain’t no need
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For all MC’s to have the same ol' thing…
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The same ol' thing (All over the world)
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The same ol' thing (Got to get wit' it)
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The same ol' thing (MCs out there got…)
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The same ol' thing (And it’s gettin' mighty ancient)
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The same ol' thing (All over the world)
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The same ol' thing (Got to get wit' it)
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The same ol' thing (MCs out there got…)
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The same ol' thing
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The same ol' thing (All over the world)
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The same ol' thing |