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Goin on and on to the rhythmic variation, Wakin in the morning i still represent the nation, When i speak of nation please don't make the deviation, Rebels of the party who create the jump sensation, Mind is a pit of different information, Microphone is on so of course communication, Bogle at the party then you got the bogle-ation, Decaptatin foes yo as if my name was jason (c'mon), Makin all the fellas at the party lose composure, Hook up the beat with the mic and it's over (original, uh!), A tribe called quest we on the run for whatever, Trials and tribulations that we have to endeavor, Brothers know my steelo it's a letter to the better, If you see a shorty that you like, then you sweat her, Silly with the microphone, in other words i'm loco, Six foot zero with my height, complexion cocoa, Representin on the mic it seems to be my daily, I can do a split and turn around like alvin ailey, But when it comes to days like this i got lyrics to go...
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