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( *scratching of* )
(Pump me up) The walls start shakin as my rhymes begin Like a chiller or a thriller from beginnin to end You know a song enough to make the London Bridge fall Mistake us for a king at a masquerade ball My microphone mechanics give me superstar status When I make my space in the place you`re glad it`s Me, the E-x-a-c-t And Precise so nice bustin rhymes with me Now Exact`s on my back when I speak my words Takin out ill suckers like the neighborhood nerd I`m stone cold def all around the way Vocalist supreme, you can call me M.J. Niggy-not Michael Jackson but I`m still thrillin Girlies on my jock, I`m stone cold chillin Servin sap suckers while I`m livin on the edge When I polish ya off I don`t even need pledge It`s a fact and exact when I start to tack The whole pack on crack, takin out the wack Now my beat is pumpin, the girlies are jumpin I`m (?climbin to the throne?) and it`s you I`m thumpin Instead of you walkin you should be runnin To buy my record cause it`s so damn stunnin When you hear it pump it up, pick up the pace Yo M.J. (pump that bass) ( *scratching of* ) (Pump me up) I`m definitely def, dope, damage the dumbs Speakin slick (?slang?), supervisin the (?slums?) Pumpin up the volume, turnin out the party Cold gettin fly on a bottle of Bacardi The beat (?ain`t no?) discrete, just a thunderous boom Like a tear gas bomb cold clearin the room And so it`s happened, your head`s movin back and forth I`m takin a stand like Oliver North Now Exact`s poppin facts and a little bit of fiction I`m releasin rhymes with my double-def diction I`m stylin and smilin, rhymin harder than hell I`m the professor, you`re the student, so I`m rining the bell I`m not believin I`m receivin all the rhymes that I`ve heard To you wack MC`s I`m shootin the birds Instead of passin the j and smokin the dust Just pump up the volume and rock with us Like this ( *scratching of* ) (Pump me up) Mr. Ed`s a rock `n roller on the hip-hop scene The rhymes that I write, I write em in Queens Take the Q-111 e train and relax On my way to the city where I put it on wax If you`re lame and you ain`t with the program Call Freddie Jackson to sing you a slow jam Put it in drive, the crew has arrived There`s no doubt about it, the party is live Now my rhymes are so def that they can`t even hear Even with the hearin aid in they ear The beat is so dope it`ll make you high Like a junkie gettin funky then wonderin why I bust a rhyme every time I`m given a chance The beat is pumpin and jumpin, invitin you to dance The show is on the go and the crowd is hype You`re jammin and slammin and the Boys are white So bust that ( *scratching of* ) (Pump me up)
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