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(it`s not really spanish all the way
But it`s more - afro-spanish)
(come on down)
(you`re listenin to the world`s famous)
Beatnuts y`all
[ verse 1: psycho les ]
The wiggedy-wicked
Les starts to rip shit
Beatnuts makin crazy noise with some hip shit
24-track, e.q.-ed to attack
Pump mo` watts than any radio shack
Black, i stick to bein ruff and rugged
Anti-pop, i guess i`ll stay broke (fuck it!)
A crazy hispanic, psycho les panic
Nah, not me, i just pull the automatic
Out the knapsack, and cold point it
Blast ya, and leave your punk-ass disjointed
Yo, i ain`t goin out like a punk
Nothin but fat rhymes and beats for your trunk to pump
I make you wanna jump like kris kross
(beatnuts gonna blow up!) slow down on that crazy horse
My hand`s tied from the mic it holdes
I`ma jet up the block before the record shop closes
[ verse 2: v.i.c. ]
V.i.c., droppin styles you ain`t used to
Nice with the lyrics, when i produce i get looser
Beats i got plenty, they come a dime a dozen
I got more beats than puertoricans got cousins
Diggin every day, i`m the breakbeat doodle
I got the funky shit, ask my main man ju-ju
Jump in the trunk, we audi on a mission
(guess where we`re goin?) philadelphia, beat-fishin
There`s always one store niggas always get stuck on
I know a lotta spots that are ain`t puttin ya up on
Find your own beats, you`re a real snuffalafagus
Lazy muthafucka, you`re always bummin off of us
You know there`s no one finer
Diggin for shit from here to north carolina
The name is v.i.c., it`s time to dilly-dally
First i hit texas, then i`m `goin back to cali`
[ verse 3: ju-ju ]
Ju-ju, the true blue funk nigga
Ill with the grooves, it`s the real beat-digger
(buyin old records is a habit) --> diamond d
But if i can`t afford to pay, i`ll bag it
You can laugh and joke, but you`ll never see me smile
Ruff and rugged, kickin the hardcore freestyle
Flavor-filled funk, bust the way i word it
Punks who pop junk, kid, tend to get murdered
Not a violent kid, though
Prefer to freak the flow, check it
Loop a funky 45, and i`ll wreck it
Face it, here`s somethin to make you jump around
(jump around!) and `get down, get down`
Honeys always sock me tryin to get my attention
Flexin, schemin on the carmel complexion
Ju-ju, the beat man, under god`s protection
Beatnuts makin moves like a mob connection
[ les ]
Yeah, yeah
Gonna send this one out
To cool-ass fash
My man daddy rich
Can`t forget lucien
[name]
Constipated monkeys
[name] in the house
My man johhny
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