Afros (yeahhh) Afros! (Yeahhh) Brothers be out there doin crack (nooooo) They be doin dope (noooooo) They be gangbangin'! (Nooooo) All them brothers need to just Pause Yeah I'm with that Here comes the Afros And the forty ounce crew Who say slowly but surely We gonna turn the mother out We got more, in store Young ladies on the floor, so cool out Pause Intro, which means I start it In other words, herbs departed Pause, stop for the cause Get up, get down, you get yours Chill, no time to get ill Word to herb -- yeah it's the will of God So whassup Hobbes? Just jock, clock, rock, and don't stop but Pause Go go go go go go Go go go go go go Go go go go go go Pause, pause for the cause, get yours But don't break laws Quit, quit it, forget it Pause, say your way with it Pause, if you did it, admit it 'Cause, you shouldn'ta did it Next time, you think of doin' a crime Pause, and remember this rhyme Pause for the 'cause, 'cause broken laws Are just like broken jaws They take a long time to heal I'm for real, and I know the deal Look it over, investigate Evaluate, think! Life is wrong, and full of flaws Before you break laws just pause! I think that worked man I think that worked man I think that worked man I think that worked man Pause Yeah pause, this beat is dope D I'm tellin' you, this beat is dope Just slammin', it's dope Well if it's dope, I hope it's not crack Or coke, or nuttin' like somethin' you EVER smoke And if they offer you some say NO Or pause The reason I wrote this rhyme, is not to climb But just to tell all mankind That the use and abuse of drugs -- will what? Will, blow, your, mind Like dough makes bread It goes straight to your head You're misled and then you're dead Now that's not fly, when you die On a high Like a trip, oooh, you make me sick Ill, lookin like doo doo on a stick You don't have to be a vic Life is like a flick, so pause Pause, p-pause, pause, p-p-pause Alright y'all, now that you understand My man Run never ran I'm gonna take this mic yo my hand And hand this to the one man band Now pause, now pause I'm Jay, I make up the trey Now check out the dance that I display It's called the pause A new thing, on the dancefloor First you move, then you stop Combine the hustle, foxtrot, pop and lock Put em all together why because It's called the pause Slammin', the dance is slammin' Pause, the people are jammin' Stop again, back to the groove I show you how to move Pause It's simple, just like stop and go You can pause on the fast or slow Participate, won't you all get down Here's a solo from my homeboy Stanley Brown Ahh yeah, I like this R&B shit Pause, pause, one more time! Yeah, do that, do that Now pause! Go go go go go go Go go go go go go Go go go go go go

In your face all the time All in your face when I'm kickin' my rhyme All these faces in front of me Face to face with Run DMC Faces Faces Faces Faces Knucklehead's in my face for a second But I move the crowd and I reckon that a sucker might jump and try to fake So kill that noise and get outta my face And let a real MC collect dollars The truth doin', few come from Hollis, Queens And by all means necessary My vocabulary is very extensive and extensive So hard t'll put you in intensive care A scene for caution All them suckers get lost in the shufflin' Faces Just start speakin' of faces And leaving traces of a race be marked And the sparks fly day and night dark and light Different types of Faces Ahh, faces faces Faces And everywhere you go you see Faces yeah yeah yeah Faces Break I race at a pace with no shoelaces The race is faces, places, disgraces Taste the taste of the racial facial Disgraceful taste this race is facin' Get outta my face don't base no race for time My brother, I'm no colorblind I walk the face of the earth Face death Face the facts and I'll test Rip lip or trip and I'll test Get out my face or we can go head up DMC No, no, yo! You don't understand me In this land where they always try to ban me Type me the stereotype of a face And that's the problem with the human race Haste makes waste no trace of the faces We're all the same, but with different tastes Faces Faces Faces Faces Faces Yeah, yeah and everywhere I go I see Faces Faces sweatin' you be sweatin' Faces Around around the worl international faces Faces Yeah, now boss you up yours I took a look in the face of a girl The way she looked that day, was sayin' Somethin' 'bout the way my afro's growin' Well is it funky? I don't care Is she jackin' my 'fro or my fame? Do she want me because of my name? I like the ladies sweet and serious Not those 'hos that plays the game On every Tom, Dick and Harry Shawn, Jerry, John, Nick, Curly, Moe and Larry You thinkin' you marry? Well you're crazy? My baby you won't carry 'Cause I like the girl that's low-key That's always gotta be to be with me And I'll take her to all exotic places The name of this jam is called Faces Faces So many faces Faces And everywhere I go I see Faces And everywhere you go you see Faces International faces, I'm the afro and now I'm outta here

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