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Shing02 & Chimp Beams
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The Coda
been a long way since subway art roller skates in central park statue of liberty after dark b-boys doing it, doing it rhyme off the top a freestyle cypher all about fun, before the hyper prices dress code strictly like a geek or a misfit deep in a life of didn't think twice to clear a sample drum break and a fill to dismantle bass line and a phrase to assemble beat and the source barely resembled telephone lines are still on dial, single records get shipped on vinyl club and radio play the final test for a DJ press it's vital
the theme of a hometown anthem always been, will be survival every now and then, you see a revival a school and pride and a pack of vandals the theme of a hometown anthem always been, will be survival every now and then, you hear a revival a school and pride and a pack of vandals
fast forward to the future, rewind to the present stop at the moment, record the movement no pause for the students of the game no excuse for snoozing a shoe-in to steal from the rich that got rich from looting Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com you can consume but resume after chewing the media nevergets tired of dooming the world like it's over many times over so what's the coda they can ban the amp but you can't stop the camp to raise the lamp oh, go a cappella commando spit with a fury than can blow ten candles time flies when u write a fly rhyme take a dope instrumental on a ride let the high tides, sweepthe nation, ill communication live giving fives on wi-fi
soundman can you turn my mic up he says DJ's gotta turn it down, uh monitors blown out, speakers on feedback song cut off, get a homey to beatbox and the beat knocks like straight out the boombox you can hear it from the city to the boondocks that's tagalog, baby and it's all maganda tag a wall with a marker on the under old school poster in the sun, no magenta, yellow or black and the image off-center see these poems like the kids in the shelter we breed songs like seeds in placenta and I'm the father, word to the mother earth to the people, power to the peaceful shoot for the moon revolutionary idol never televised nor idle
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