Dead On It Prince

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[Verse 1]
Riding in my Thunderbird on the freeway
I turned on my radio to hear some music play
I got a silly rapper talking silly shit instead
And the only good rapper is one that's dead... on it

[Refrain]
Uh, Dead... on it
Shall we go back? (Yeah!)
Let's go

[Verse 2]
Negros from Brooklyn play the bass pretty good
But the ones from Minneapolis play it like it oughta should
A magnum fro is better when you got a poof on it
And the to and fro is funky when the grease is dead on it (Funky dead on it)

[Refrain]
Uh, dead... (On it) on it
Shall we go back? Let's go
They dead... on it, wow

[Verse 3]
See, the rapper's problem usually stem from being tone deaf
Pack the house, then try to sing, there won't be no one left (Ha ha) (On it)
Parking lot's on fire, brothers peeling out of the town
They say in disgust, they singing their guts
"Rapping done let us down" (Down down)
You got to be dead... on it