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Dead On It
Recorded around March 1987 and released as the 3rd track on The Black Album (November 22, 1994). Written by Prince.

 
Riding n my Thunderbird on the freeway
I turned on my radio 2 hear some music play
I got a silly rapper talkin' silly shit instead
And the only good rapper is 1 that's dead on it
Uh, dead on it
Shall we go back? Yeah
Let's go

Negroes from Brooklyn play the bass pretty good
But the ones from Minneapolis play it like it oughta should
A microphone is better when U got a groove on it
And the 2 and 4 is funky when the grease is dead on it
(Funky) Dead on it
Uh, dead on it
Shall we go back? Let's go
They dead on it, wow

Oh
See, the rapper's problem usually stem from being tone deaf
Pack the house and try 2 sing, there won't b no 1 left
Hahaha, on it (Hahaha...)
The parking lot's on fire, brothers peelin' out of town
They say n disgust, "They ain't singin' their guts, rappin' done let us down...
They got 2 b dead on it"
Oh
Dead on it
Dead

All the sisters like it when U lick 'em on the knees
Don't believe me? (Nope)
Do it once, then stop, they'll b beggin' please, please, please
Shoo-b-doo-wa, dead on it
What does that have 2 do with the funk?
Nothing, but who's payin' the bills?
If U don't wanna lick my knees, I'm sure ur mama will
Uh, cuz we... dead on it
Dead... on it, on it

La la la la...

My bed's a coffin, Dracula ain't got shit on me
My nickname's Beelzebub, I'm badder than the Wicked Witch
I got a gold tooth costs more than ur house
I got a diamond ring on 4 fingers, each 1 the size of a mouse
They dead, they dead on it
Yeah ooh
Uh

La la la la...
La la la la...

Wait now, hang up, dial tone on the 3
U know, U know, I'm busy, 2 scizzy
Can't nobody fuck with me
Because I'm dead on it...
Shoo-b-doo-wa-wa, dead on it
Dead on it...
Dang, dang... dead on it
Shoo-b-dang, dang... dead on it


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