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Welcome to the world of Track Masters
Where the flavor gods are always watching
(I don't think they're ready)
Drama
Yeah! Prepare yourself for a new millennium
I mean a place where only Allure can get down
(Hooooo Whooooo Yeah!)
I mean these sisters sing like canaries
And look like French pastry
If you know what I mena, Daddy
One time
Yeah! You see there are four major elements to Allure
That's Linnie, Lalisha, Akissa and Alia
(Give it to me baby)
And if you don't dig this mess you got the wrong damn address
Can ya feel me
Allure!
Get it right, cognac for inner sight
Fuck the chaser I lust for paper
React when shit is tight
Seekin' chronic Q.B. my fleet speak ebonics
Contemplate blowing slugs or leaving beef behind us
Optimism watch out for opposition
5% discipline, play the cut
My rocks glisten
What's became of me
Pursue my dreams somewhat stubbornly
Runnin' from chick to chick
Trickin' mega currency, born to be rich
Somewhat distinguished to them younger cats
To satisfy they hunger, inhaling hundred sacks
But whose rules consume the savage beast
It's Allure, the Album (Nature), the Masterpiece
It's nature Y'all, once again Nature.
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