Key: A major
Verse 1
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And yes, y 'all back in effect,
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But yo, straight up, I'm down in the strip.
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The smashin', new hit, come get it.
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Let's go, girl.
Guess where I'm from,
what you expect?
Brooklyn, no, the B -R -O -N -S.
The boogie down boss,
yes, that's where I rest.
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So what's this, I insist?
You get a saddle, strap it up,
then you jump on this.
And then you ride this bad boy.
I put a capital J in the word joy.
In my poetry, give me authority.
I got the necessary needed ingenuity.
In every state and borough and country,
rate me number one, because I'm funky.
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And I'm running things uptown.
Yo, that's my stopping ground.
So kill that noise.
Step off.
I'm from 183rd and Grand Concourse.
Got to check out the avenue,
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got to check out
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Got to check out the avenue
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Verse 4
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When you come uptown,
come right, bring what you want
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leave it home
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Verse 8
Verse 9
about plugging your mic in
Verse 10
but until then, watch me, son.
I'ma show you how it's
supposed to be done.
See, that is that.
Reach out your hand,
grab a hold of my jockstrap.
On a stretch, word to mama,
right now, watch me.
Because I'ma show you all who's boss.
I'm from 183rd and Grand Concourse.
Got to check out the avenue.
Got to check out.
Got to check out the avenue.
Got to check out. Grand Concourse.
Got to check off the avenue
Yo, I'm from a cruise, boy
No, I'm sincere
Stop hollering
Cause he's back and hooked
Here he goes again
And he's just about ready to do this
Just as soon as he gets
through chewing his stick
A double mcgum or is it bubble yum?
It doesn't matter, long ass,
I get the job done
Now that's better, I wet my whistle
And this is the issue
I need two pieces of bread
and some mayonnaise
I wanna eat it empty up like
bacon and eggs
Cause I'm hungry, I do damage
I wanna make me a sucker wrap a sandwich
So get prepared to get devoured
Cause way deep down inside,
you's a coward
I'm going for mine, I ain't soft
I'm from 183rd and Grand Concourse
Gotta check out that avenue
Gotta check out
Gotta check out that avenue
Yo, I'm from McCoo's, boy
You make me laugh, cause you's a clown
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I see you wanna be pickin' your
teeth up off the ground
You're like a rash, you irritate me
Standin' there rockin' that corny poetry
I don't shake, don't shiver, don't tremble
I got the greatest rhymes ever assembled
I gotta maintain my image
Like Popeye eatin' his spinach
Cause my style of rap is spectacular
See, I'm the rhyme manufacturer
Show me the output,
I wanna plug the mic in
Turn it on, ha,
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and then begin to assure you
I'll never bore you,
and if you're frozen, I'll unthaw you
So other rappers get lost
Got to check out the avenue
Yo, I'm from McCools,
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**Thanks watching !**
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