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As we start trudgin, me and my brothers we be lookin and be buggin

Vehicles of life they be rollin and be mergin

Searchin for the virgins of life

that be shovin out the door that's crack

The valleys of time, are always on my feet

As least the beat will combine

The calluses and corns with the funky bassline

You don't need underdog for a nickel shoeshine or the shoes that's phat

Well can I get a level on the bass and on the treble

Footin up and down like a UNLV Rebel

The answer be amongst us cos we rarely dig acoustics

Can't be too much flackin, not too much packin

You must container that at least to dip your hand in rap

Your feet will be infectious so at least realise the fact

The rhythms are inserted and the nurse can be converted

This ain't rock 'n' roll cos the rap is in control

If you're a megastar, worth will buy you a car

I'd rather go barefootin, for prints I will be puttin

all over the earth if we can get there first

Now that we are in it, footprints are bein printed

So fi you recognise em, you can try to size em

They'll probably be the ones with the size not fryin

all over reveal, you won't have to yield

If you want protection you can hide behind the shield



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You can game on the gallons if you really need to rock

But we walk while we talk as we stompin through the block

Hand in hand 'cross the land as Muhammad cross the fade

It's a Tribe who meanders, precious like a jade

It's a art, Theo arch rhymes the ground placed upon

The mind will unwind, it will soft to beyond

Catch the track, track by track, get a map to track a trail

You will find yourself behind for a map does not prevail

See the levels peakin as the rhythms keep-a screechin-aca