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Chorus Line Pt. 2 Lyrics

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Chorus Line Pt. 2 Lyrics

[Kool Keith]
Can you funk with it? (3X)

Rappers wanna step on the X, then go to shit
I got the mic in my hand and well equipped
Usin my style for a firm set of action
MC's beware, the club windows I'm bashin
Throwin rhymes and bombs and some cocktails
You better move quick, but not slow snails
I get smooth on daddy and granddaddy
Why? Cause I'm the great grandfather
MC in motion, G as in go left
Rhymin on off-beat, the X is so death-defyin
Super scrubs keep tryin
You wanna bite like a pit? I'll be the lion
I'll chew your ass like monkies on wild kingdom
And look at birds and bees that come sting them
Time after time, rhyme after rhyme
Cause you ain't jack shit, not even a dime
A nickel and penny, a one dollar bill
How can you break wild and tell brothers to chill
You ain't the man to move and stop the cannonball
No matter how you run hide, it's gonna land and fall
straight on your brain, the X'll drop rocks
Leave a rapper with mumps and chicken pox
Standin still and stiff like a mannequin
Bloody Kotex and sweat, and start panickin
I'm dissin rappers like Damon on Living Color
You need my help on the stage? I'm not your mother
father, son, your pissy little cousin
Suckers are crabs, I grab em all by the dozen
You think you're hard with them hats and all that black on
You're not scarin the X, yo bring the wack on
I load the mic up and bust like a mack 10
while my DJ go wild, do a backspin
Kick em down, one two, flights of four stairs
This ain't no sample or break from Roy Ayers
I'm just a convict, skippin the prison line
Yo, I'm on the chorus line

[Tim D] It's a chorus line
[Ultra]

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