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Dusty Springfield - Style 386 lyrics
From dawn to sunrise, sunrise to dawn
 I drop math in ya path and rock on
 Sunrise to dawn, from dawn to sunrise
 For you to try battlin me would be unwise
 65 cause seven days of the week so
 You don't wanna catch a sinker slider to the cheek bone
 Call me critical the disc jockey, the B side kickin
 Phat beats eternal, eternal pushin fried chicken
 Snap cracklin, the daft shacklin rap jackels
 Sneak attack battlin wack tacklin
 The crab apple got skills but at the same time artist
 I face the east and pray to the rhyme goddess
 With the tender lovin, the rainin and the big sliker
 The good sumaritin, homicidal hitchhicker
 Hell on wheels of steel, stick shifted
 Puffin on beats and rock on to get quick lifted
 Syllables into non-refillable blank spaces
 Eliminatin contestants according to their rank basis
 Buryin secarian MCs when the scratch is torn
 Direct other rappers can't fuck with the natural born
 I never face the same ginet that Romeo faces
 Cause I'm too concerned with my Enhomeostasis
 The DJ front and center and the sooner he flips
 You'll be freeze framin till the next lunar eclipseDusty Springfield - Style 386 - http://motolyrics.com/dusty-springfield/style-386-lyrics.html
 With the crazy ass birds a prey, they got the right words to say
 They come and circumsize you when ya eatin ya curds and whey
 Try to make a new jack feel the ace of spades
 Before ya know the ledge gettin sorta might replace his grades
 Used and confused goin about the whole scheme wrong
 Ass backwards from the closin credits to the theme song
 Dire straits reminising back to prior dates
 Ya better off tarzed and your rhymes look in fire place
 To slash and burn and try to learn how to earn the wage
 The end of the chapter four rabbit, time to turn the page
 Pathetic cryin on ya knees, beggin for a lease please
 Lemme keep the autographed poster and the creased sleeve
 The whole prize vaporized before your eyes ya lost objective
 Because the dream was no longer cost effective
 Ya threw a gutter ball and still had to utter gaul
 To profile and front, when you know my shit is butter y'all
 From dawn to sunrise, sunrise to dawn
 I drop math in ya path and rock on
 Sunrise to dawn, from dawn to sunrise
 For you to try battlin me would be unwise
 From dawn to sunrise, sunrise to dawn
 I drop math in ya path and rock on
 Sunrise to dawn, from dawn to sunrise
 For you to try battlin me would be unwise








