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the b.u.m.s - non-stoppin' the groove lyrics

[e-vocalist]
you gets no respect when you’re live as a still-born fetus
a b you c this, to prove it, a d hits
the e is, restless, so f this, who’s next to get reckless
god protects this, only malcolm x is equal
when it comes to motivatin people
cool but at times i pack a tool like home depot
sly as a fox when i slapbox like zsa zsa gabor
or get me open and i’m h-ll like pandora
before words are spoken, the herb pinch my nerve
like a vulcan, lobotomizing mc’s, splittin brain cells open
i’m dope when i make feet tap, like i’m
sammy davis jr. with a gl-ss eye full of crack
the natural, is smokin a party like carlos rossi
not mario van p., but run with a _posse_
as the world turns i leave mc’s with third degree burns
get around like germs, stompin turfs like pachyderms
sweeter than the man who made duran say “no mas”
cash is earned _here and now_ like luther van-dross
but i never been greedy
ten percent of all the cash that i earn goes to the needy

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[d-wyze]
they can’t catch my groove, on the mic i take fools to school
batter up, d-wyze ties the force into a knot, smooth
now watch the boy linger
from the sh-t that i produce, hits like -ss on your fingers
get it? before the bombs blow like c-4
priority’s the label, all city is the door, slammin
hip-hop n-ggas never heard before (yeah?)
and givin you more and more, so check it
brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers, don’t even bother
the rapper’s also yo, a f-ckin barber
figured if this sh-t don’t work i gotta have somethin to
fall back on, but for now, i stand strong
put on my black chuck timberland boots
stepped over the suede strip so i can pick up the scoop
heyyy, hard hittin kids get loose
all samples get cleared quick, cause this crew got juice
the, habitual liar is me
i get head from off of manny while i watch dynasty
while i write, i write rhymes every night
i’m so bad, for what i wrote i had to fight
you punk–ss, d-wyze’ll never lose my moves
i get filthy over joe’s tracks, you can’t catch my groove

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