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Kept back by the deeper rumblings in my breast |
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Bad vibes putting mad pressure on my chest |
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Fly time is a rhythm clocking exocet |
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Mad lines from a stranger you've already met |
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Tribal is the plate I'm eating from, you guessed |
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I'm full yet I cannot fit inside my vest |
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'Where's he at?' is the question I refuse to get |
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Here I'm at. Right here. In your headphone set. |
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You'll try to diss |
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Take a crack at this |
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Not algebra or calculus. |
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So take a crack at this now. |
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Two truths make a lie, first you die then fly |
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Cross the sky - jambalaya with your chocolate pie |
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Suck it deep: don't let it interrupt your sleep |
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You'll get fleas and disease when you're counting your sheep |
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If you please, don't please 'em - run 'em off the ranch |
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Let them grow like leaves then rip 'em off the branch |
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Fly time is a rhythm clocking do-si-do |
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B-boys rocking with the freak-freak: so now you know. |
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You'll try to diss |
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Take a crack at this |
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Not algebra or calculus. |
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So take a crack at this now. |
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It's the P.H.A.R.M.A.K.O.N. |
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The remedy, yes the cure from the poisonous pen |
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C.O.M.M.U.N.I.C.A.T.I.O.N. |
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What you'll find inside my rhyme is enemy and friend |
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Going N to the E the B the U.L.A. |
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Burning all the competition with the rhymes that I say |
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H the double O the L the I the G.A.N. |
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Now the soul is what will signify the hooligan. |
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You'll try to diss |
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Take a crack at this |
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Not algebra or calculus. |
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So take a crack at this now. |
