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Don’t Get Close - Tone Lōc
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Don’t Get Close Tone Lōc

Don’t Get Close - Tone Lōc
[Verse 1]
Fire from the flame from the depths of hell
When I grip the microphone, I tend to rock well
Burning like the rays that shoot from the sun
The title taker back breaker, coolin' to the maximum

I get respect with the dollars, that I collect
I'm livin large, in massive charge, in full effect
You say you're broke without knowin', who owes ya
I do shows from here to Nova Scotia

Rippin shit up, tearin' shit up and still chilling
Friday night at the box I make a killing
The individual, soloist from the West coast
And I'm advisin' you suckers, don't get close

[Verse 2]
I'm like steel, harder than a muh'fucker
You mention Lōc it's known, not just another sucker
Creative mind, think clear, with no discretion
Power of the brain made rap my total profession

Demonstratin', as eyes, are vindicated
You are relatin' but later you said you hate it
Like a cobra, I strike at any time
And then it's over, as soon as I bust a rhyme
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