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the hard corps - what time is it lyrics

rev kev in the house
dirty bob in the house
machine gun in the house
maestro in the house
major kutt in the house
the beast is in the house
hard corp’s in the house
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tell ’em what time it is
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turn it up so we can turn it out
this is what it’s all about
hard corps with rhyme galore without a doubt
we’re like allstate, keeping you in good hands
crew of all crews, band of all bands
the hand of the band will stretch across the land
and start a fire for your desire
or rather pleasure so wе can measure
or size you up, my dj’s kutt on thе cut
and he’s slicing or rather dicing
’cause he’s the icing on the cake we bake
so make no mistake
if you can’t cope with dope that i wrote
get a loan from the bank, ’cause we don’t tote the note
we get paid in full, and that’s a must
dead presidents, and in god we trust
i play the ball tall, i’m a giant among men
the ticktock of hip hop, they call me big ben
clocking the fresh rhymes for all ya kids
dirty bob, tell what time it is
it’s half the jam on the hip hop clock
so don’t stand there suspended in a state of shock
this jam is designed to make ya shake your thing
can you hang with the hip hop slang?
def rhymes are being smoked like a peace pipe
line by line, rhyme by rhyme of irresistible hype
is being bounced off the ear drum
my dj gets the fever when his fingers touch the album

he gets down and proceeds to mix
kick back with the pack as he proceeds to kick start the program
with the hard corps jam, super def girlies cold shakin’ them hams
or rather hips, it’ll make you lose your grip
i twist back my hat, then i let it rip
with bodies in motion, ya wonder what’s next
time out while hard corps step

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