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[Tragedy] Yeah, this is gonna be fat. Hold up, ayo, what happened to the track, man?
[Dred Scott] Ayo, the drum machine is broke, man.
[Tragedy] The drum machine is broke? Then how we going to... yo, I came down here to make this song, how we gonna make this song if the drum machine`s broke?
[Dred Scott] I know, Trag. But I was thinking, maybe we can take it back to the old days and I can do a little beat box. Know what I`m sayin, the human beat box?
[Tragedy] The beat box? You`re not serious, kid.
[Dred Scott] Check it out, though, here`s what I was thinking, listen to this. (Starts beatboxing)
[Tragedy] That`s kinda funky right there Awww yeah, come on, yeah, yeah Check him out, come on! Live and direct in the place to be It`s the beat, we got my man Dred Scott And the brother Tragedy, and this is how we do
I`m a get busy and drop my flow For the year `94, trying to make the dough Brothers try to act like they don`t know You`d better act like you know because I`m on the go Rolling through your crowd like an army tank I wanna get loose so I can put it in the bank Yo Dred, keep em going, and I`ll keep em flowing Doing what I`m doing while my pockets keep growing On to break, and we`re hard to shake Yo Dred, you`re hitting harder than an earthquake Tragedy, hitting harder than an earthquake Cause I drop the lyrics, I drop the lyrics I drop the lyrics with shake `n` bake I got he flavor, check him out, come on Check him out, yeah that`s fat
[Dred Scott] Ha ha, see what I`m saying?
[Tragedy] True, true, true
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