The Who
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As long as you don't put too much on it
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Tonight we got the mic on cruise with more luck than horseshoes
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Features Of This Song
west coast rap roots
east coast rap influences
danceable beats
boastin' lyrics
a repetitive chorus
a repetitive song structure
a tight kick sound
an electric bass riff
a slow moving bass line
a dry recording sound
radio friendly stylings

These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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Nothing's safe in Oakland, it's potent and murder is the slogan
Who? Who? Who?
Tonight we got the mic on cruise with more luck than horseshoes
You, the remainders couldn't never be that one
Make the earth crumble and seperate fallin' to the underground
Who? Who? Who?
Publisher: HAPPY HEMP MUSIC
My styles fluctuate like the Dow Jones average while they stay savage
Who the entertainers who stimulate like vibrators with rhymes so major
Niggas catch vapors when our lyrics hit the paper
With mind over matter I slap the curls out you girl scouts, ya know
Are these originators rippin' cuts like sabres
In the hands of Darth Vader
Who the entertainers stompin' through like cross-trainers?
Once again in your dimension, tension personified
Who? Who? Who?
While we fuse together like[Incomprehensible]
Hieroglyphics, they can never escape us
You, ya' need us to rock a show, hit the pager
As long as you don't put too much on it
With ballistic attacks,let me just deal with the facts
You, the remainders couldn't never be that one
Distinct, leavin' suckas extinct when we combine
Can't be no plainer
You, the remainders couldn't never be that one
My prodigal product a diabolical melodics, aquatic is nautical
Niggas catch vapors when our lyrics hit the paper
But we showin' you the erosion of the stereotypical itchin'
Del and Hieroglyphics pollenize
We don't apolgize for gettin' places packed back-to-back
The cosmopolitan cosmonaut up in your knot again
Pack 'em in by millions attendance is platinum
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Songwriters: Teren Delvon Jones, Opio Lindsey, Pallo Peacock, Damani Thompson
To pull the trigger on niggas, this is all original and brand new
Pack em in by millions attendance is platinum
You, ya' need us to rock a show, hit the pager
Like aneurysms, expand with wisdom
And the Hieroglyphic ritual is too habitually blowin up
Perfection and our poetical competitive edge
Can't be no plainer
The gravity hella fine, physics of mind inebriating, leave you gaping open
When enrichin' you with original stylistics
Gamma rays like Bruce Banner, phase your scanner
Niggas catch vapors when our lyrics hit the paper
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Who? Who? Who?
This history's impressionist microphone specialist
Get into your head like a metal plate
Catchin' bids for puttin' MCs parts in my fridge
Is just a reflection of how we feel the shit
Niggas keep it real in they raps which are not realistic
Pack 'em in by millions attendance is platinum
Who the entertainers who stimulate like vibrators with rhymes so major
Musical mannerisms are parallel to cannibalism
Our rank cranks just about any function while your memory file is blank
Who? Who? Who?
Fidgetin' with tracks that are rigid and pigeonholin rappers
Who? Who? Who?
Motion, Hiero, kinetic flotation so fuck ya phony radio rotation
My cassette change shape and transform like ravage or rumble
My colossal might on the mic is optimum
You, ya' need us to rock a show, hit the pager
They say 'D', intuition is the tool in which I use
Who the entertainers who stimulate like vibrators
While you sit and wait for these niggas on TV, they hella fake
'Cause we move with ten ton thrusters
And animal instinct that's in sync
Hip-hop from the Sequoia Heights populous
No hankey-pankey jankey stuff goin'
While collectin' dividends at the door, ya' know, and that's how it goes
The eagle eye, Mach 1, three mics
Down over here no forms of raps are wroten
With rhymes so major
But granted quiz it to exquisite to the highest EO
Who the entertainers stompin' through like cross-trainers?