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6.000.000 Ways to form a dropout
(S.C.J.Vermeulen/ P.A.J.Faas)
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On the mic is Khan the Divine & I climb the way up to the
top where I belong, so I get free like Willy, start to act
silly like Sil, I chill & backflip, try not to comply, in
order to make the track hip, I be consice, oops, ought to
say I am, creative control & I don't give a damn. So Imma
take it over & take posession, I am beyond adolescence, G.M.
to the S & my beats are hard & they will show you a lesson
& it is 6.000.000 ways to form a dropout & when I am hundred
years my plug will just pop out. Gradually I'll be free to
say : Hey, it's my time". A rhyming spree will erupt, I mean
a rhyme that will flow like snut through my nose, like H2O
through a hose & meanwhile I'll be rippin' up shows. Yo Trip.
I said I will be rippin' up shows. Cool, aight, check it &
let me speak you are cool you are nice, but you ain't got
the physique to blow up like I do. Well. Don't interupt me,
because when I am on the mic there ain't nothing that can
stop me. Except when they pull my plug out of the mixingboard,
or when they cut my mikecord. Yeah There are 6.000.000 ways
to form a dropout & when I am hundred years my plug will just
pop out & there are 6.000.000 ways to represent & this is
the one to get elated at the end.
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There are 6.000.000 ways to form a dropout & when I am hundred
years my plug will just pop out & there are 6.000.000 ways
to see the Real, pick the right one & get that real feel.
Trip, Trip butin' a lip when he hasta, but I prefer to be
mellow & relaxed like a Rasta. I like to be with my crew,
3 times the A & the name is Andrew. F.U.G. Nah I'ts too complicated,
my name, it can't be faded. I came outta my mom's Woom with
a boom boom here I am, and they said Potdamn. G.M. the Capital
S with the fat funk of a sweatsock, Like to make love on a
haycock, but now & then I return to the studio, gotta make
muse, gotta fuse...., piles of records to one single track,
that goes bam, bam, shoebidoe & then smack you right where
it's supposed to be kickin' I gotta pass the stick cuz the
time keeps tickin'. Tick tick tock & you don't stop, to the
break of dawn, goin' on & we won't stop untill the beat has
vanished, the bottom of the can is in sight, so be polite
& tell me who the man is. D.I.V. on the freeflow & If you
do not know me call me U.F.O., an unidentified flowing object,
flowing so freely but never losing the subject. And as a matter
of fact it is about time for me to stop & make way for the
chorus line. There are 6.000.000 ways to form a dropout &
when I am hundred years my plug will just pop out & there
are 6.000.000 ways to represent & this is the one to get elated
at the end. There are 6.000.000 ways to form a dropout & when
I am hundred years my plug will just pop out & there are 6.000.000
ways to see the Real, pick the right one & get that real feel.
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