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CRAP!? You wish you had taste as refined as me!
That is the CORNIEST lyrics I ever heard in my life man.
PUMP UP THE VOLUME!? ?!
YOU CALL THAT CREATIVE!?
Granted, that might have been for 1980, but this ant 1980!
YOUR NUTS MAN!
It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without a strong rhyme to step to
Think of how many weak shows you slept through
Time's up, I'm sorry I kept you
Thinking of this, you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio, hand on the dial, soon
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Dance with the speaker 'till you hear it blow,
Then plug in the headphone 'cause here it go
It's a 4 letter word when it's heard, it control
your body to dance (You got it) soul,
Ditects the tempo like a red alert
Reaches your reflex, so let it work
When this is playing, you can't get stuck with
The steps, so get set and I'm a still come up with
A gift to be swift, follow the leader, the rhyme will go
Def wit the record that was mixed a long time ago
It can be done but only I can do it
For those that can dance and clap your hands to it
I start to think and then I sink
Into the paper like I was ink
When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines,
I escape when I finish the rhyme...
I got soul
That is the CORNIEST lyrics I ever heard in my life man.
PUMP UP THE VOLUME!? ?!
YOU CALL THAT CREATIVE!?
Granted, that might have been for 1980, but this ant 1980!
YOUR NUTS MAN!
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