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black fin - dope jams lyrics

[intro]

come along children
now we’re gonna have a little music
like old times
look now i’ll start the melody…

[verse 1: black fin]

crack smoke, candles, cold rap vandals
slip-slop the hip-hop like patapata sandals
straight with the hook line and sinker
lead the dance floor shake right
like i’m i’m paul van dyk
in the night time like a marvel, dc freak
i light fire to the villains setting dope tunes free
i’m a beast
there should be a notice a placard
keep the rap lacquered
no one going that hard
yo, but i don’t like to brag
honestly i’d rather keep my old shoes and rags
humble lest you stumble in doo-doo
and do unto others as they’d do unto you (hey!)
moving from the east to the west its apparent
the bar’s been dropped like a couple hundred carats
need more value in your poems and similes
people please add some brains to your recipe
pardon me, excusez-moi, voulez vous?
yes! cause i could break it down in french too
but i won’t, see cause i’m not that type of savage
not fair giving me more of an advantage (uh-huh)
cause the fin is so civil
i’d rather break crews down little by little
psychological warfare when i blabber
if you can’t stand it, homie wear a helmet
cause i’m bout to throw hammers
nails penetrate far deeper than some cancer
3 inch deep, can’t scratch the new itch
in other words homeboy…
you can’t touch this (d-mn)

[verse 2: black fin]

cause the fin ain’t done, and i haven’t won yet
place all the bets for the horse on the finish line (woo!)
no stress cause the dudes a sure thing
i carry more weight, maybe because i’m from the zimbabwe
were dudes make cake out of nothing but the air
and it tastes spectacular (woo!)
moving from the first to the tenth floor
in between missing, instant transmission
dude with a gift, he’s in, its a wrap
been cooking in the kitchen, cookbooks are stacked
as a matter of fact, i’ve been thinking
who’s gonna believe i’m this dope
too dope, it must be fiction
even when i press rewind
play it again, clean my ears as i listen (woo!)
and it just gets better
the beat could go on forever
i would still find tidbits so clever
to mould to the drum
to shape to the rhythm
clockwork, a system…
feet don’t fail me now!
its the brand new champion sound (sound)
smashing the bars, now we breakin’ em’ out
but not what i meant:
the black is the head but no need to cleanse
the black is the head but no need to cleanse?
the black is the head but no need to cleanse!

–end–

- black fin lyrics

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