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You know that |
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I'm a fugitive that's how it is, |
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A funky freaked out twisted lyricistical mystical energy, |
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When I'm flowin' |
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I'm flowin' to blow it up, |
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Because I'm like gravy, |
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I got the sauce to get it done right, |
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And acheive all there is that |
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I want to be |
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Individuality about myself remainin' true and free, |
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And helpin' others in need |
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Ain't no greed conquerin' my destiny, |
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I live my life around the homeopathic schizophrenical energetical |
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Vocal manner is gettin' fatter and fatter |
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Served on a platter |
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With a big old fat @$$ side of metaphysical culture, |
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I've controled my past and |
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I control my future.. |
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Don't see my life through tunnel vision |
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With horizon's expanded with an open mind |
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Clear to those tidbits of knowledge.. |
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Pimp @$$You know |
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I like to kick out that flowin' sh*t, |
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Make you get up and groove so loose |
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And let your inner child play out loud |
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And experience the only ways to learn and enjoy |
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Those times seem so and few and far between right, |
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Take advantage with that smile |
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I've seen, |
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With that gold toothed grin when we win over the floor, |
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Like before me with my bro to my right side |
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He's the man churnin' out that collaborated rhythm, |
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To make those clothes fill up with sweat, |
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The girls are (???) |
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I control my future, |
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I've controlled my past, |
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Try to keep my head clear to acheive my goals at last |
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It's a whole as a sound control |