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feat. Swim Team |
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[Hook] |
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Whether it's the weekend or weekday night |
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You know the Swim Team's gonna rock until ya go home |
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[Verse 1: Sahtyre] |
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Show's over |
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(Lights out) |
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If I don't know ya |
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(Bye now) |
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We rocking 'til the vocoder dies out |
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Ladies you can go home or roll over my house |
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Nice blouse |
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That'll match perfectly on my white couch |
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All the die-hard fanatics go to dive bars |
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Where you can see live art and a show |
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I got a fatty rolled |
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I'll blow it on the patio |
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Then tally-ho back on stage |
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And make my final cameo |
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'Til all ya'll wanna stay |
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(Can We?), No! |
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You really want to? |
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(Yeah! Yeah!) |
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Badly? (No) |
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So let me make it loud and clear: |
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You do have to go home |
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And get the hell up outta here |
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[Verse 2: Lyraflip] |
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If art imitates life |
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Then life's imitating art |
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Cause every moment I breathe |
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I need to be razor sharp |
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You ain't creative |
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Well maybe you should just play your part |
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And live in hiatus |
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Cause your playlist just got a change of heart |
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A major spark of imagination |
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Could lessen a little aggression |
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So stop neglecting |
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Your self-expression therapy sessions |
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To me it's being artistic |
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Every second could lead to something articulate |
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Even all the misfits don't want it against me |
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I'm Leonardo da Vinci with the heart of an MC |
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Vincent Van Gogh with a wicked rap flow |
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And I'm Michelangelo with an easel |
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Don't tempt me |
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[Hook X2] |
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[Verse 3: Rogue Venom] |
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Sound and color theory |
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I got an overstock series of Krylon oil acrylics |
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Crayola codes compose to paint the ceiling with vivid surrealism |
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'Til your ears leak crimson ink finish |
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Live canvas collage self-portraits |
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Perform unique image |
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Styles of beyond |
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Reachin' belief in what you seein' |
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Imagination zoned out like you be eating amanitas |
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But let me ease up for a second |
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Put away the easel |
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Admiring my anesthetic sketches from afar |
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Illustrated thoughts mirror mirage |
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Reflected off the wall |
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They yelling encore before we close out |
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Shut the show down |
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Thanks for the support |
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But yo it's time to go now |
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[Hook X2] |
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[Verse 4: Psychosiz] |
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Psycho scores the purest chocha |
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Playing like I got four controllers |
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I won't eat no meat that ain't die for me to get close to |
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(Imitation's the sincerest form of flattery) |
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Look at her! |
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She ain't the sharpest painting in the gallery |
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But she'll dip out the back with me without me even asking |
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If or when she plan to leave like |
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You got the keys right? |
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Let's motivate |
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I've overstayed my welcome |
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Baby |
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Walk it out |
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Bike and route ride it out 'til I get out |
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And hitch hike to somewhere I can rollerblade to hell from |
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Maybe |
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Maybe not |
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Skirt shark |
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I can smell perfume from eighty blocks with my nose stopped |
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And nose stuffed from a cold in a cold front |
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With the snow up to my nose froze to my cold ducts |
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[Verse 5: Open Mike Eagle] |
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Open brings his own 'cuz the microphone sucks |
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I sing but reproducing that type of tone's tough |
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I bought me a harmonizer to liven shows up |
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Ladies and gents it was nice to meet you |
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This is Michael Eagle |
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Signing off for all of the righteous people |
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Wipe the easel |
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It's a finished mission |
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If you get the vision |
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Then your spirit'll be in mint condition |
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If you listen you'll notice that Open isn't Christian |
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We still gon' end it with a benediction |
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Everybody let's go home |
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So welcome to my sanctuary |
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We're all the same even if skin of the different races vary |
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The enemies make a face that's scary |
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But they're Frankenberry |
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And I'm fearless after a case of sherry |
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Gimme another shot of holy water |
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So I can stay afloat |
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Like a leaky yacht in a boat regatta |
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Before I go into some old Sinatra |
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I can recite a whole sonata |
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Like the thirty man code in Contra |
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And leave seeds like a broken father |
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Most MCs they need soap and water |
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In the key of C my approach is awkward |
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Until I bust some Beethoven on ya |
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[Hook X2] |
