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Rhymery
Science of Sound
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A Tribe Called Quest
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Time of the wack can see us over
1995 is here and so is S.O.S
Finally, hip hop is starting to revert back to its original form
Now we can see who really got the skills
Full matters fat like a herd of oxen
Never stress boxin', the next inventor
S.O.S. I play the synth, I blow it up from the intro at the borderline
Equipped the rip the mic for the umpteenth time
Lounge you with my peeps on the Friday night
Soul captivated by the disco lights
Mr. Black (yeah)
Where you at? (Right here)
Well, play your vocal drum (mm-mm), and grab the microphone
Something wicked this way comes when I hear a drum
Crowds be stunned 'cause I eh like a stun gun
The silky soul survivor, smarter than my diver
The shook up when I took up like a twisted aunt Jemima
I switch it, rip your crutch up
Your asshole will rupture, I won't even have to touch ya
I'll verbally fuck ya, I get cold flex chilly thunder, let no man put her thunder
I'm not a bred thinker, but I'll make a nigga wonder
I spaz out with force when I trav mute like G-force
Wait for when I pay for, ow, pay for like a Charley horse
I get deep like pocket lint
Even when my money's spent, man flavoured like a peppermint
Nappy but I represent, I'm freaky, funk, fruity, fat
Meaner than an alley cat, more rugged than a lumberjack
Kicking just like hacky sack, blow just like a gust of wind
Reactivate like Wonder Twins
Wiggle just like gelatin, bitter like a cup of gin
I smack you like a hockey puck, hit you like an uppercut
Despicable like Daffy Duck
Make you do the huckle-buck, demented down due from my legs to my wiggy
Don't even have to say no more, you people know I'm jiggy
If I just slam my damn hot, that's a minor fracture
But if I break a leg, then a goat is what I'll capture
So, hallelujah, kids hear this
The S.O.S. foundation, it's touring in your nation
The flatin' competition, 'til they six foot six
I drive the three from half-court while the rest shot bricks
Got more dope hooks than Nooky, more banked than your rookie
The cookie just was empty (why?)
'Cause I stole the cookies
Just like a rodeo, I like the lasso MCs
Round up, round up, one two three, so-
Bring your whole troop, you little puss in boots
I make the hardest niggas, wanna skip to my loops?
Rhymes I build them blocks, doing 'em like socks
Stole them like rocks, fold 'em like knots
I be the jam, you know me from S.O.S
I be rollin' with those niggas from a trav world quest
So, get a taste of this before we say bye-bye
'Cause everything must come to pass, even death must ride
I can see pale like an albino, make 'em stack it like a rhino
'Cause I'm heavy like a rhino, when I roar like a dino
Saur, tyrannosaurus-rex
Evil like a hex, when my windpipe flex
I'm psycho, yeah, man, not the average sort because I big up, big up like
Boom-boom shots, I bumped up thriving, and still when you're on live
When we're done, even the rappers with the props will give us five (five, five)
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