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on the boogie Dont blame it on the sunshine. Dont blame it on the moonlight. Dont on the good times. Blame it on the boogie This magic music grooves me, that dirty rhythm fools me. The Devils
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that makes. my bleeding soul feel so good. It will make us sing and dance. in our endless feast. Or it might even unleash. the beast in me. She filled out pints with that devils beverage. And served
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. Bumping Heavy D and the Boys. "Still chunky, but funky". But in my head there's something. I can feel tugging and struggling. Angels fight with devils and. Here's what they want from me. They're asking me
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dreams to reality I been in million dollar hoods, and billion dollar ghettos. Smoked blunts with devils, caught bodies with metal. Had all types of females, and no need to details. On how I keep my Coke
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. But ho, I ain't tryin' to go out like Barkely. 'Cause everytime I turn on the TV. I see several brothers with she-devils Smilin' 'cause you out on a date. But sooner or later, the bitch'll yell
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spooks. Werewolves and devils. All those things. On the same level Nightmares cannot be beat. (Bad dreams). It takes a brave man. (To stand in defeat) Must be the bravest. (Yo, the bravest and most
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fazed So what's your name? DMC, the king is me. Your Highness or His Majesty. Now you can debate, c-c-c-concentrate. But you can't imitate DMC The Great Dissin' all devils causin' havoc in hell. At a
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impressin bitches and stressin bitches. Well, I'm testin bitches game, adressin bitches, and caressin bitches. And dealin wit mu'fuckers on all levels. What I'm dealin wit is all devils, fuckin with snakes
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. Devils worship this like an icon. They're huggin mics with the grips of a python Yes, the * is raw, comin' at your door. Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more You heard of the rasp before