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[Q-Tip:] Gather around, the Renissance man has finally appeared And I'm astonishing rap characters are cause of the tears Quasimodo and the quotables excrete from my mouth And no doubt, we rubbed you wrong and rubbin you out To try to tackle such a problem is a foolish goal And when the opposition's Abstract, bless your soul They are the reason MCs but none on the level Other you're the vocalist, precious like metal Makin all my rounds through the towns like physician I be curing inpure emcees, plagued with disease So take a spoonful of Poet Penicillin and Sit back and listen to your man as I fill it in the Renaissance... R-r-rap, Renaissance... This is the Renaissance... This is the Renaissance... ... So here we go, now It is the +Midnight Maurader+ on the scene Geographically earthed in a place called Queens I was formed with my principles, way I displayed When I used to MC where all the other kids played 'Cause I was way too I'll, so I would hone my skill And go out in the park and let my chemicals spill Right there, on Farmers Boulevard, I made my mark SongtexteTwo dudes, niggas would dip from us, me, and NARCS And then my, legend would grow on the A-train line Where brothers would gather to see me blowin nicks and dimes It was me, Big, Pete, Tanya, and Sir-[? ] And the heat of the cipher, I was not libel From all the casualties of the dutty MCs' I split the train car like Moses did the Red Sea Get it in ya head, we gon' rock the dead Night of the living MCs', the weak ones fled And the stage is the pulpit, Renaissance won't quit We gon' baptize y'all for your benefit We been aligned and assigned to change Rearrange all your molecules like Dr. Strange Making cultures move, if you disapprove You can keep loudmouthin, it won't bust a groove You see the object of the game is we don't see it as one We don't quit, bullshit, and we never lost, son Deeper than the oceans and expand like air We be vast indeed and if your hearing's impaired We got the perfect remedy for you tonight Just put your ear to it, it's like dynamite And it's the Renaissance... Rap Uh, uh, it's the Renaissance... It is the Renaissance Uh... 'cause it's the Renaissance It's the Renaissance... Rap It is the Renaissance Rap... Now lookin at ya clock, you know that it's time To hear real I'll beats combinated with rhymes Brought to you by the person at the T-O-P That be G-O-D, and I be T-I-P The promoter of the flyness, witness with iris Of this lame and he came, but I'm the royal highness Don't'cha ever forget, who put the pep in ya step We made it cool to wear medallions and say hotep And this beat is suh'thin that you can't recover up from You better a-joinin the force because we can't be done Listen, we on this mission and it's a go So welcome to the Renaissance in stereo It's the Renaissance [echoes] Aus Songtexte Mania