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[Swel Boogie + Q-Unique]

We are the world, you claiming territory

That's our land so fix it

I don't wanna hear the bitching and ah..

Damn holdin back the water flow that'll food up
your high plains

High percifitation make me wanna go and cry rain

Your rhymes can't find the track like a fuckin
blind train

Unique individual, you can go read it in my name

Lives through out the map, chew out your rap

My crew 'bout to snap

Snap, snap, snap at any given moment I can snap
like thumb middle index

I'm shinin ultra violet gamma and zap off all
your insects

They buggin, they ain't well-known, don't call me
on my cell phone

just to ask me how many heffers did Swel done

No comment, the mo' questions the less answers

And some of you thugs win Awards for..

Best actors win Academy Awards for fantastic
fakin

I'm spitting solid, you Hollow Man Kevin Bacon

I'ma quake the earth up, making your zone shake

Diggin up a dead b-boy and watch him as bones
break

Like skaters slippin of poles on Real TV

So see me for real CDs and DVDs

Cassettes, vinyl, tailor made to permanent press
my thoughts

Like ironing my scalp, ideas of..

All sorts of pretty choch be stressing on my
live wire

Across the stage we shock the crowd and spit fire

[Hook: both]

That's right, we 'bout to flaunt

All day and all night

Give you what you want

Got you thinkin that we stinkin

'cause we got the funk

We got it all so (so what you, what you, what you
want?)

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Th-th-that's right, we 'bout to flaunt

All day and all night

Give you what you want

Got you thinkin that we stinkin

'cause we got the funk

We got it all so (so what you, what you, what you
want?)

[Swel Boogie]

See now first off I don't brag I just do what I
gotta

So if you ask me I'ma say that I rhyme and yada
yada

I got lotta things on my mind to explain the
business

So I'ma keep the story short like a book that's
read by midgets

Borinkins on the map, 130 pounds, go weight it

'swel it's Borinqieun so let me say it the way I
wanna say it

Dirty, ghetto, grimy, runnin wih a bunch of
misfits

Self-righteous Spics, yeah we deep and we keep it
biscuits

Mean cresant moon on the left to rep the darkness

Ain't nothing clean on the walls, we hit'em with
cans and markers

My arches are ready to fire the fire arrows

The battles, you better retire or hide in shadows

[Q-Unique]

All I see is superb female speciments that'll
make trouble to get me in

If I was born a woman I'd be a lesbian

Off to Dexters lab to write the Johnny Bravo

Grab my dragon ball-z's make Powerpuff Girls
swallow

Smash cats, steam roll to a flat disaster

Where my dogs at? Now sit, rollover, obey your
master

Y'all bullshit, up in different places

Annoying like the asshole behind the newsreporter
makin funny faces

I come from the other side like London city
traffic

Make boiler room cash and act as if I'm Ben
Affleck

Commercial? Underground?

Get this through your head people;

Commercials plastic, underground is where they
put dead people

(Hook 2x)