can't beat it No no no I don't want a deeper meaning In any song I'm dancing to No no no I don't want a deeper meaning All I want to do is dance
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through the RZA console Ask why I slam, non-diagram pole Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte Dame Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran It blows extreme, mean
been walkin' the limbo Chemistry you can never cross with them Thinkin' inside that they either be as a mean ever polite [Incomprehensible] You can try to read us, you can try to beat
demons Believing you leave 'em breathin' they'll get even? Odds are beyond y'all, achievin' peaceful means of seekin' deacons Ain't no way out, they 'bout beat, by any means
forms of music I just feel good, that a lot of our bands are like Are like, recognizing, ya know, the culture We used to play these beats because They
has arisen interteller space souls (SOULS!) Cellular, good ridance, like keypads wit ol' bass Third planet states while the rest of the world waits (WAITS!) Joy to the world, meaning
Aynsley: Say, could you do me a favour? Could you beat me with a toilet brush? Phyllis: Beat you with a toilet brush? Aynsley: Shhh . . . someone might hear . . . yes, beat
maniac mic clutch Hey ?bob by the ba?, said you keep your day job my competitors never know the right touch Have to bail through the backstreets, raisin' hell to a black beat
split haters, I still spit and shit razors Got eight pair of sick 'gators, five watches Switch flavors, 50 red and blue rocks around the wrist, player My vision is deep
console Ask why I slam nine diagram pole Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte Dame Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran It blows extreme, mean
mic clutch Hey ?bob by the ba?, said you keep your day job My competitors never know the right touch Have to bail through the backstreets, raisin' hell to a black beat
D Chaos has arisen interteller space souls (SOULS!) Cellular, good ridance, like keypads wit ol' bass Third planet states while the rest of the world waits (WAITS!) Joy to the world, meaning
what a real MC is about You need to be yourself, you can't sound like nobody else And you can't do all of the beats yourself You can't do it without
the heart and the soul for a man to embark On his quest for freedom And if they stand as one, then no one can beat em Always told when to live or die
blaze somethin Mother of the mic so I'm here to claim somethin I got the munchies for the vultures that crushed the culture Yo Nas brought us back on
you beat me with a toilet brush? Phyllis: Beat you with a toilet brush? Aynsley: Shhh . . . someone might hear . . . yes, beat me with a toilet brush