[Intro]
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(The police set up barricades, there was a scuffle)
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(This turned into a riot and it spread through Central Park)
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(Negros threw bottles at the police)
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(Orders to disperse were ignored and huge crowds swarmed through the streets)
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The Bomb!
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[Verse 1]
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Its like a holocaust to the boss when I toss
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Too much knowledge kicked then youre lost
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In a shuffle of feet, Jinx the fiddler
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And I control your mind like Hitler
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You bow and vow to authority
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See now, a sucker with a style just boring me
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So I show K.N.O.W
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L.E.D.G.E. it might trouble you
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Then I transform like a Decepticon
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With a mic as a bomb
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In my right palm
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But I dont stay calm
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So panic
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Others cant flow so they go schizophrenic
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You thought I dropped a dud in your face
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Until you taste the blood of the bass
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Then you faint, or better yet pass out
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When Im on the mic, believe its ass out
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You think youre raw, so we draw
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You lose, youre hung, you bite your tongue
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The whole town saw in awe as you strangle
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A noose on your neck, and you dangle
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From side to side in the blazing heat
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Youre beat, youre dead, the boots fell off your feet
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Youre turning red, its said
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That your head burst
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And this is only the first verse
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Of the bomb
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[Break]
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[Verse 2]
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Dont break up the fight let them rumble
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Over the years Ive watched some go super-bad quick
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Now the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach
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Now ask yourself, whos stupid?
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I take funky funky beats and I loop it
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And pimp slap you in the face with the bass
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And the boom from the bomb that I drop
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Stop
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You have a flat top as a fashion
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I love Black women with a passion
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But when they gotta go and show their ass in
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I gotta clown the hoes, yeah
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You gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres
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Theyll steer you wrong
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Ice Cubes got it going on, hit me
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For the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhymes
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And since i aint wholesome
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They want to put a young brother in Folsom
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Theyd rather see me on lockdown
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But I come up foul then they get knocked out, word
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To the brother that rolls the herb
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Everybody else getting knocked to the curb like that
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Jinx got the gat, and its a fact
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Hell kick a funky beat to peel your cap
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Now whos the mack?
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Whos the ho?
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Whos the trick?
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I got many, many styles, wont you take a pick?
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But dont be alarmed
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When I trip and stumble and fumble
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And drop the (rewind)
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Drop the bomb
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[Break]
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[Verse 3]
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Im solo, you ask how Im living
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Still dropping more shit than a pigeon
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With the L, the E, the N, the C, the H
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The M, the O, the B, the great
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Lyrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha
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Its the hip-hopper that dont like coppers
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And if you try to upset the pot son
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You get kicked in the chest like a shotgun
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I make the beats, I make the breaks
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I make the rhymes that make you shake
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Make you find
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Ice Cube never caught in the middle
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I make stuff to kick you in the ass a little
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And still never hesitate to stutter step
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Or bust a repitition on the mic
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Still dissing all the hype
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From left to right
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How many left to fight?
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So what that Lench Mob like?
