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Artist: Def Jef
Album:  Just a Poet With Soul
Song:   Do It Baby
   Verse 1
   I do work and I'm workin' it with the will of a warrior
   I'll take on 54 of ya, nah, I'll even take more of ya
   Competition is great, and keeps me in shape
   And it's mentally stimulatin'
   Competitors constantly contemplatin' challenge
   Champion's written all on my face
   And I'm smirkin', and lurkin' back in the back
   Attacking and hacking and jacking
   Smacking up losers that's lacking
   Characteristics of poets, they blow it
   Tryna show it, yo if I'm flowin' they know it, so it
   Compels me to step and release the rhymes that I kept
   In case of an urgent emergency then these words'd be weapons
   Any discrepancy heard'll have to be handled in haste
   At any pace when I step in the place, cos I came to do work
   Verse 2
   Lyrically thorough, I'm from the borough of Manhattan
   And when I moved to the Bronx, then I got into rappin'
   Funky beats would control me
   It's like the mic would say hold me
   I do a solo, me only
   I'd be alone but not lonely, cos
   Eric would back me
   The only track would be doubles
   And when the rappers attacked me
   They'd end up buried in rubble, cos
   We never took losses, opposing forces proceeded
   But they retreated, receded, beat it defeated
   We did repeat it as needed
   Kept 'em seated and some felt cheated
   Gave 'em all second tries and still I superseded
   I'm a souped superior subsidiary of soul
   I keep the crowd in control, cos I do work
   Verse 3
   I got a need and it's bleedin'
   Inside of me to say words
   Cos it's my choice and I'm voicin'
   Just what I think should be heard
   To a sleazy easy goin'
   Lazy laid back track
   The pace is slow, the bass is low
   And yo, I'm ready to go
   Do my job, I'm obligated, devoted and dedicated
   And loaded and motivated to show that I know the way that it's
   Supposed to be done, that's why I chose to become
   Professional in this profession, droppin' rhymes on drums
   It's automatic that static comes automatically to me
   I've had it for longest been at it
   So call it fad, it doesn't
   Sweat me or get me uncivilized like a savage
   I play it civil and give all I got to keep up the image of
   Rap cos I happen to be a rapper and poet
   Not just rappin' to be rappin' in case you didn't know it
   Here's the deal, cos I feel
   You oughta be up on what's new
   With the rhyme it's time for me to do work
   Cos I got work to do