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DJ Babu

Melvin Babu (born September 17, 1974), better known as DJ Babu, is a Filipino-American DJ and producer. One-third of the hip hop group Dilated Peoples (alongside Rakaa Iriscience and Evidence), Babu is also a member of the Beat Junkies DJ crew, and together with rapper Defari forms the duo the Likwit Junkies. DJ Babu, Evidence and Pharoahe Monch also feature in the song H! Vltg3 on []'s Reanimation album. He lived in Oxnard, California for 1 year, and later moved to the neighbor city of Camarillo. more »

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Eh yo, action, reaction 
Addition, subtraction 
Eh yo actions, reactions, additions, subtractions 
Crews split the factions, split the fractions 
E-mail, celly talk, 2-way, faxes 
Rap boldgers love, just ask the axis 
Relax, listen to what your ears say 
Don't believe the hearsay, or what peers say 
You fuckin' with entrepreneurs an' rhyme wars 
Marked up passports and world wide tours 
But still bangin' outta cars I'm sure 
All the heads that cop our shit, work the pure 
You kick a little somethin', but the crowd wants more 
I kick a smorgasbord that could feed the poor 
I learned to spit raps, brace for kick back, an' drip wax 
Some of the illest on slip mats 
Cy Young pitchin', catch the transmission 
Swollen membership on the Cali to Van mission 

Passports stamped up at the station 
Through customs, through immigration 
The sign reads, Welcome To your Nation 
We come to bring the celebration 

The war on paper, bombs an' smoke vapors 
Blowin' up and out, goin' up a belt 
Watch the formula, shadows and corridors 
We haven't slept yet, my eyes are blood shot 
An' when the drums drop, that's the fun part 
Snare and snipe you out here it's a street fight 
Let the beat ride, black market midnight 
Attack a stack of amps like a pit vipe 
So many bones get broken in the rib shack 
That's where I live at, you watch the kick back 
RPM's, back seats and engine blocks 
I got my tail pipe, stuck up in the glove box 
All our songs rock, Dr. Molotov 
Clear bottle, call the dogs off
At the borders, and at the airport 
We shoot straight an' know exactly what to aim for 

Passports stamped up at the station 
Through customs, through immigration 
The sign reads, Welcome To your Nation 
We come to bring the celebration 

Passports stamped up at the station 
Through customs, through immigration 
The sign reads, Welcome To your Nation 
We come to bring the celebration 

Eh yo, we spread like a virus, Mad, Prev and Iris
Never ask if you can dig it, like Cyrus 
Shadow boxing, got a killer silhouette 
Even when we open crowd we likely to rock the iller set 
Feel us yet? You romper room boppers 
Ain't catchin' half the shit I say until the mornin' after 
This shit is evil on pause, don't have to play it backwards
This was made from stacks of cash from underneath my mattress 
While most of y'all are just a bunch of fuckin' actors 
Flexible, suckin' your own dick for practice 
Actors, if I can't get a chance to put my claim on it 
You smoked about a thousand pounds with my name on it 
Free medical and dental plan 
I'm on 6 figures bitch, you drive a rental van 
Smokin' weed in coffee shops, strippers suck for dough 
Talk to me about the border, I'm like "F*ck You!" bro

Passports stamped up at the station 
Through customs, through immigration 
The sign reads, Welcome To your Nation 
We come to bring the celebration 

Passports stamped up at the station 
Through customs, through immigration 
The sign reads, Welcome To your Nation 
We come to bring the celebration

Passports stamped up at the station 
Through customs, through immigration 
The sign reads, Welcome To your Nation 
We come to bring the celebration 

Passports stamped up at the station 
Through customs, through immigration 
The sign reads, Welcome To your Nation 
We come to bring the celebration

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