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[Verse 1: Rob-O]

Bust it, pass me the microphone so I could get wicked

Honey dip is dope I think I'm gonna stick it

Just because I'm Rob-O short for Rob Odindo

Sort of let my thoughts flow, picked up the pencil

I can splash a paragraph backed with instrumental

Must kick bust it plus I'm extra gentle

Fluid on the flow tip, do it but I won't drip

Or slip I knew that I would rip

A simple mic test similar to God met I get my props and plus Papa Don't Take No Mess I meant stress

But I'm a cool individual

Sit back, max and let me keep my schedule

Saturday and Mecca D does his duty

Tighten up the sides, keeping me a cutie for the G's, that

Be clockin my timing now

Niggas can't believe, yo Rob-O is rhymin now

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[Verse 2: Rob-O]

I wreck the microphone check, then bust the "Yes, yes y'all"

All the party people guaranteed to be like having a ball

Can't stall, my nigga figures seeing us

Steppin equipped with the sickest shit the flexes feeing us

Writing at my rest, I'm blessed, rewind the sample

Sight and I possess mic test prepare to trample

These weaker ones, since my style is universal

Collect my funds in piles and kick a verse full of stamina

I used to max and now I'm planning an attack to burn and get my wreck up in the Vernon

See I'm ultimate, I focus my sights of where I'll hit

Up in the Heights on some ol' school Mecca shit

So I step fakin' the rep, I had a enougha

Peace to the Gods to keep my shit ruffa

And the others that be fakin'

Brothers just be patient till my shit drops

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[Verse 3: Rob-O]

Now I usually do things kinda lackadaisically for my peoples Style's steep so none equals

Keep yourselves tingling, mind in the mood for some mingling

Thus expect to dig the scene

Cause I'm very serious, like to do things without a fuss

Not a talker, I guess it makes the girls sort of curious

Back well strictly on the D.L

Stay swell plus I give praise to the funk

As it's laid down by the Soul Brother, Pete Rock

Grap's older brother get swept

Cause you can't step with no perspective, but Rob Odindo is selective

With the hons, though I hold their hands, make plans to romance her

Prefer to have the chance to stack another stanza

In my style of hip-hop, I just can't stop

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