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Steppin' Hard Zulu Nation
Afrika Bambaataa
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Tread the intelligent man with cultured lyrics
Straight up and down with fact, some fear it
Due to my deepness in thought that I exploit
Throughout the land, not banned, it can't be bought
Never sell out to my friends or my structure
True to myself and true to the culture
Traveling up the road to success
Is the posse with me? Yes
Your highness, Tom, your highness in the spotlight
Ready to spread my wings and take flight
Fly this kid, the nillest, it's true
Super MC of this mic, in his truth
Doing so swift on the smooth tip
It's out of ammo, reload my clip
Took a slice of emcee with intentional
He messed up when he stepped to a smooth criminal
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Telling you faggots, ring the alarm
Zulu is like a maggot on a dead man's arm
Here we go, yo, listen to the microphone lyricist
Words spin crabs, sort of like syphilis
I won't say my name, just label me
A new breed of MC, please
Pause, Lord, for continuation
And let's talk about the nation
One day I saw a devil scheming on my Benzie
Bucked him in the head in a Jamaican frenzy
Into the dip and the dive of the devil
As we rise to a brand new level
One of few, children of many
Physical force to rise over any
Punk little pimps dust 'em off like a knick-knack
And we roll it like head crack, Zulu Nation
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Salam alaikum as I shake 'em, take 'em and break 'em
I got no problem dealing with the fake ones
I'm rolling rough, out of reach for papes
It all depends on how you step to my face
I treat people with respect so I get respect
It ain't all about getting wreck
But if you need a swift kick in the butt
Just give me a ring and my 40 belows is what I bring
For the brothers that's bugging, you end up in the phone billing
It ain't about Wallace dealing and killing and dealing
Learn the trade and that's how we get paid
It ain't all about the highest grade
'Cause if you're good at what you do, stick with it
Never, never quit it
And some day you'll be permitted
To rock a rhyme at a party or a show
It's Zulu Nation, in the studio
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Let the track play, suckers play the back way
It's Lord Finesse, so clear the pathway
Shows, I rip 'em, parties, I flip 'em
I drop wisdom, I'll be damned to fall victim
Suckers I'm devouring and overpowering
They can't get with Finesse, so throw the towel in
They front and flip like they know it all
But I spark 'em and send 'em to their hole in the wall
I kick lyrics, boost the spirits
So save the riff 'cause I'm not trying to hear it
Ain't no use trying to get rid of me
I stand powerful mentally and physically
It's the funky man, the brother with the swift rhymes
I'ma get mine, lounge and live big time
So stop the riffing and bassing
I'm out of here, saying peace to the nation
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Bunga bunga zunga 1-2-1-2
Loup est diminutif de Zulu
Ah gaga traitez-moi de dingue
Disons plutรดt frรจre de la jungle
Qui passe de liane en liane, de rime en rime
Qu'importe le tempo, toujours le beat en prime
Bouge ton booty, trop courte est la vie
A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H-I
J'ai le flouze, pas de clic aux trousses
J'porte pas de gousse, Loup a son propre style, pas comme tous
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9
10-15, The bombers from Paris
Laisse le beat t'emporter, la peine de cรดtรฉ
Paris en a marre, faisant bouger les รฉtrangers
Depuis les chinois jusqu'aux USA
Welcome au pays de Bambaataa
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Bust up on the scene, the microphone evangelist
I'm kinda fabulous, so what you need to do is clap your hand to this
I grab the microphone up, soothe and groove the grown-ups
Make sure that the rapper's got a fat you then you know what
I kick the lyrics swift, shoot the gift with the quickness
And you wish that you were with us, but you can't get with the flavor
So be a good boy and pass that to the lifesavers
No jokes, when I smoke, folks they fall for the okey-doke
I'm so dope that they choke whenever the name is spoke
Rope-a-dope style is how I corral the cattle
Run a couple of miles, and now it's time to stop and battle
RMR the rhythm shaker break your concentration cap
Give a hoot for the owl, and give your gum a smack
Rip up a sucker, trip up a motherfucker
Button up, luck's about to run up your buttercup
Pass the buck chuck, what do you want? Beef, chief? Well bust it
I'll give you ten to run and if you don't, then fuck it
I'll kill up your family, your vehicle's just a game to me
Pussy motherfuckers in the media say shame on me
But I don't give a damn, huh, nigga you crazy?
Bullshit in the magazines or papers don't phase me
RMR's the name, yes, the boy's last hit
Don't play the records, you're in a casket
Zulu style, huh
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Peace, unity, love, and having fun
I mean, come on, give me a break
What, huh, yeah, what is it good for? Absolutely no-
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