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Digital Underground The Mission

Get in where you fit in, it's just The Mission [Big Pun] Physically blubber bound, but I crush a hundred rounds Eat every bit of you my tongue is Digital Underground

you fit in, it's just The Mission [Big Pun] Physically blubber bound, but I crush a hundred rounds Eat every bit of you my tongue is Digital Underground

and soft wet sixes Wine and candy rain drop hor's devoures To be dined from deep within your curves We merge devinely on liquid missions Climbing

Can you feel this colour? I'm feeling you, my brother, can't you colour me funky! Can you see this flavour? And if you miss me don't dis me, just colour

to steal your thunder We stay sharp, state-of-the-art, tear the stage apart Razor sharp poison darts raid the charts Through the underground, some are

never was a follower of Reverend Butts The bitch type I dislike, I'm rougher than a fist fight All chicks ain't shit, ain't no such thing as Miss Right

, me and my homies is indivisible And don't floss money, it looks better when it's invisible We get props from Wall Street to y'all street If ya missed

nuts, and open up a can of suck Controversy sells, I swear I spit a rhyme that'll shock I wreck so I get respect in the digital underground, like I'm

are? I'd like to get to know you if it's okay See it's so many ways I acn approach you I can either start off like, ''scuse me miss', but shit that'