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Make 'em clap to this Attempt to motivate the activists The buzz about town (will) produce volts to power your amp Reign it in - damp roots will blossom A few were talkin' 'bout the sprout when the Two were still Awesome Sun lit the sky and identified the Scion '95 burns hot in the hearts of rap purists ?Put in on,? big brother, transform My generation of b-b-bubblers has gone flat over time Daily distractions of the 8-track mind If I stray, punch me out, for real - be on the button But word to La Rock, swear you aint gon' stop for nothin' Mecca bound with the 4-pound - promisin' yall the payoff The black steel rocker throughout the age of chaos And brothers on my jock for the way I hold it Take it in, cousin - this right here's the moment Still ?steppin' to the a.m.? A half pace short of dawn-break - you take trade in's? Stakes is high - my mistakes ante up with the best ?Stay alive, all thing's will change around? - ahh yeah You're test of faith will make mountains outta rock piles The 'voodoo child' will chop it Jimi's diggin' cats - Mr. Hancock. 'Rock It,' And affluence influenced the hustle, I can't knock it Believe me if you wanna, but I'll tell you this much I bet you all your dough they live longer than us, because SongtexteOnly the good die at age 29 'My Philosophy' was born in a 'New York State of Mind' Confined on the island with no moral support To make a long story short - it's 8 million others in the city And you prolly aint got time for this one You keep checkin' the shine on your wrist, son... Chorus: Bum rush the platform, son - doors are closin' When time's frozen, you don't wanna be late Departin' sharp for one last run to get you open I'll forever hold my token, stand post by the gate (X2) They said 'never no more,' But it seems the suckas teamed up to hold court The 6-man providin' relief for any starter Count stats by the quarter - we're takin' back the order I swear upon the text of the revelation of Kings From Hollis, Queens - learned to walk without strings Easy on the cut - no mistakes allowed Cause to me, ?MC? means ?mentor the child? Step into the realm and you're bound to get taught Tell me Grand Verbalizer; what time the lesson start? Sharpenin' my tip so my mark's made heavy and dark Indelible upon your skeletal parts The apprentice to the mad scientist up in the lab It's the art form - these scars were born under scabs Evidence of life represented by the ankh The body returns to dust; the soul to the South Bronx... Chorus Aus Songtexte Mania