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Yea...the bastard son is in |
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swimming in a sea of funk |
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clear tha lane, I'm gonna have to dunk ya |
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Up and down like a donut in a caffenated drink |
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so make a scene I take it to the brink |
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Check around the style of it |
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If the price is right ill take you on a trip |
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In my old school 62 |
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Shoes are white and blue somethin you never want to step to |
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Space My Bassline |
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Feel the earthquakin |
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when you shortside my automatic |
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White Folks came and they try to steal my name |
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But now I got a gun |
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This is for the people of the sun |
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I'm not a silent one |
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I'm a defiant one |
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Never the normal one |
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Cause i'm the bastard son |
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Shift away before the sky sees blood |
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And that was just away from mother earth |
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I'm tearin' up a big fat chunk of the funk |
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led a lead I gotta dunk Never smoke a skunk |
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On the set, humble, shove anotha punta |
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I got a product six shooter |
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Face my bassline |
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Feel the earth quakin' |
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Cause when they short side my mathematics |
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You take it from my culture |
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White Folks came and they try to steal my name |
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But now I got a gun |
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This is for the people of the sun |
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