In my own simple way I think she wants me only She said: come over right away But she’s just not that way Her little soul is stolen See her put on a brand-new face
Pull the shades Razor blades You’re so tragic I hate you so But love you more I’m so elastic The things you say The games you play Dirty magic
I should know better than To think I’d reach inside her It’s all a cloudy kind of daze She’s not so sweet today She mocks me, I’m no fighter It all just seems like such a waste
Pull the shades Razor blades You’re so tragic I hate you so But love you more I’m so elastic The things you say The games you play Dirty magic
Let’s trace the hints and check the file Let see who bit to detect the style I flip the script so they can’t get foul. At least not now, it’ll take a while I change the pace to complete the beat I drop the bass,’till mc’s get weak. For every word they trace, it’s a scar they keep… ‘Cause when I speak, they freak To sweat the technique I made my debut in ’86 Wit a melody and a president’s mix And now I stay on target and refuse to miss And I still make hits wit’ beats, parties, clubs, in the cars and jeeps My underground sound vibrates the streets MC’s wanna beef then I play for keeps When they sweat the technique
Don’t sweat the technique…
They wanna know how many rhymes have I ripped in rep., but Researchers never found all the pieces yet Scientists try to solve the context Philosophers are wondering what’s next Pieces are took to last who observe them They couldn’t absorb them, they didn’t deserve them My ideas are only for the audience’s ears For my opponents, it might take years Pencils and pens, are swords Letters put together form a key to chords I’m also a sculpture, born with structure Because of my culture, I’m a rip and destruct the Difficult styles that’ll be for the technology Complete sights and new heights after I get deep You don’t have to speak just seek And peep the technique
But don’t sweat the technique…
I speak indiscreet cause talk is cheap Then I get deep and the weak then complete their Pull with a seat, never weak or obsolete They never grow old techniques become antiques Better then something brand new ’cause it’s radiant And the wild style’ll have much more volume Classical too intelligent to be radical Masterful, never irrelevant: mathematical Here’s some soothing souvenirs for all the years They fought, and sought, the thoughts and ideas It’s cool when you freak to the beat But don’t sweat the technique!!
Crack it We will crack it Crack it We will crack it
Speed of light – ooh Running right – aah The way we strike Surprise, surprise The glorious knigths Shining so bright Ooh – we all came for To see the true battle The rumble and the rattle The challenge that will Drop you off the saddle Now, hold on tight Here we go – can you handle?
I know there’s something going on Heeyey heeyey naah naah ooouh ooh I know there’s something going on There is something going on I know it won’t be long It won’t be long before you’re gone There’s something going on To see the true battle The rumble and the rattle There’s something going on To see the true battle The rumble and the rattle
Crack it We will crack it Crack it We will crack it
Fire in dem – soul Make you go – go Every last man on the Defence know Stakes are high Oh my – oh my Everybody is watching U be under eagle-eye Closer than – ooh We want more Where there’s a will There’s a way, ride on C’mon c’mon, keep, keep it on Pump that pressure We are about to take it home
I know there’s something going on Heeyey heeyey naah naah ooouh ooh I know there’s something going on There is something going on I know it won’t be long It won’t be long before you’re gone There’s something going on To see the true battle The rumble and the rattle There’s something going on To see the true battle The rumble and the rattle
Crack it We will crack it Crack it We will crack it
Give me what you got The going gets tough We gotta rock – we gotta rock And we ain’t gonna stop, till we get enough So pump it, pump it – trip on this Make it look so easy like a flick of a wrist You might be bad but you don’t have this Here we come – pam – pam Yes, it’s the champion On the run – number one Now, this is how it’s done Uuuap – uuuap You’ll be on for a ride Uuuap – uuuap It’s the cup of life Ooooh – ooooh No more mr.nice Ooooh – ooooh We gonna battle to survive Our minds are set See the effect We come correct And we are your best bet Just check the way we wreck We gonna rock – yep Cos’ ain’t no shortcut for real respect
I know there’s something going on Heeyey heeyey naah naah ooouh ooh I know there’s something going on There is something going on I know it won’t be long It won’t be long before you’re gone There’s something going on There’s something going on
Crack it We will crack it Crack it We will crack it!!
There once was a ship that put to sea The name of the ship was the Billy of Tea The winds blew up, her bow dipped down O blow, my bully boys, blow (Huh!)
Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguin’ is done We’ll take our leave and go
She’d not been two weeks from shore When down on her, a right whale bore The captain called all hands and swore He’d take that whale in tow (Huh!)
Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguin’ is done We’ll take our leave and go
Da-da, da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da…
Before the boat had hit the water The whale’s tail came up and caught her All hands to the side, harpooned and fought her When she dived down low (Huh!)
Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguin’ is done We’ll take our leave and go
No line was cut, no whale was freed The Captain’s mind was not of greed But he belonged to the whaleman’s creed She took that ship in tow (Huh!)
Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguin’ is done We’ll take our leave and go
Da-da, da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da…
For forty days, or even more The line went slack, then tight once more All boats were lost, there were only four But still that whale did go (Huh!)
Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguin’ is done We’ll take our leave and go
As far as I’ve heard, the fight’s still on The line’s not cut and the whale’s not gone The Wellerman makes his regular call To encourage the Captain, crew, and all (Huh!)
Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguin’ is done We’ll take our leave and go Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguin’ is done We’ll take our leave and go!
MTB S. 
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