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featuring Mr. Len 

[INTRO: Mr. Len (in a reggae/dance hall style)] 
Eh Eh. What you teaching? Professinal speaking 
What dem leaking? 
Em boy de dis?????? you know say  es sosa 
I'm Bots Dynasty running C.M. Family 
Digi  digi you don't say digi  what what 
Watch dis 

CHORUS: Mr. Len 
Me tell dem  long time 
Where done and you go rise 
Oooooh now tink about dat 
Me tell ya  long time 
Where done and you go rise 
Shades of Culture brethren 
Come y'all fee shine 

[D-Shade] 
Yo, my action's action packed like the Shaolin versus the Lama 
I'm droppin on your fake personna like a bomber 
Who keeping focus. I'm being highly explosive 
And folks should know this before they test what I composes 
When we bring it live, I'm sure the peeps will see the light 
And some would swear I came outta mom-dukes holding a mic 
Professional, rub you out with the script in freestyle 
To build a strong foundation, before I'm old and senile 
Don't touch that dial, you need to lock onto these frequencies 
React like killer bees when in the face of enemies 
Keep playing the fool, after school you're like the Sensai 
With 1200 technics like my DJ 
Embark on missions with the verbal ammunition 
I'm closing in on your position to blow up your sound system 
Darker Shade, Revolu, DJ Storm and Mr. Len 
Make dem weak, sour cheeks so they never come again 
'Cause y'all know how we do when we pick up these mics and broadcast it 
Hit the hip-hop mass with the vocal blast 
Now bless this mother's child to never have to pack a nine 
And with these rhyme designs, I'm about to light it up like daytime 

CHORUS 

[Revolution] 
When I get my mic on, you know its time to party 
Throwing suckers in the crowd with their necks bent up oddly 
I hardly ever leave the set breaking a sweat 
I'm leaving crews with blues from lyrics I haven't even used yet 
Bet. Strictly laid back on the playback 
Vocals sound crisp running through the Pat Sajak (?) 
Paybacks, fifty times harder when I carter(?) 
Rise and nerve endings, you're rap career's ending 
This day and age exposed to all types of cancer 
Like the Renessaince you're still searching for the answers 
Like a preying mantis, MCs whose only plan is... 
Find the Shades Of Culture, but we hidden like Atlantis 
Handle this, I'm like a candle to you mandibles 
The mic melts down and the drips burn your finger tips 
Now your rapper's in charge when we bomb hard 
Air waves and wave caps, you lose pluck a new card 
Boom bap, beats like Kris Parker 
Produced by DJ Choice and my partner be the Darker 
I mark up subways with the marker or a pen 
Storm is flipping records, bring the chorus Mr. Len 

CHORUS 

[Revolution] 
Yo, what up kid? 
I heard you're back from your jail bid 
Spent time in for rhyming on a beat that Choice did 
Now I see you and I see you committed purgery, no time for home surgery 
You called the rhytmn, your own and got indited 
Extradited, you couldn't find time to write it 
So why claim fame, find your own name 
Get a phat producer and you can join the rap game 
[D-Shade] 
You best to realize vocally we exercise 
With the verbal calithetics aimed directly at your third eye 
Initialize contact with beats that break your back 
Some get hooked on this, fools get hooked on crack 
Me not like that, that's why I strike back like the Empire 
On the mics we generating heat like forest fires 
To clearly understand, you need to dig deep like you was mining 
No blitz or eclipse will ever keep this son from shining. 

CHORUS

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