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The dirty naughty who rocks her body at night |
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And glossy, superhuman, annoyed? You avoiding no mega stop me |
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Maybe my physical, but my mental is drop a pencil |
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Sharper inners with sharper finish, I'm so essential |
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Since you been callin' that brush down on my new Ferrari |
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I don't own it yet, but damn, I'mma get it probably |
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I'm super on it, sniping all of you moving targets |
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So, dearly departed, handled with some soup and some garlic |
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Supernatural flowing outta my mandible |
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Don't fuck wit this, I may handle you animals! |
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A cyber punk, newage mixed with old-school |
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A Robocop, Johnny 5, Terminator 2 |
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I am now past, present and future sound |
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Exquisitely made, hand-crafted, I hold it down |
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Making the rounds, not walkin', floating, I make it to other realms |
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Rocking the bells where real minds always blend |
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We ain't like "be alike and see us well" |
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Cultivating a new experience, we so compelled |
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Rottin' in self, this track is poison, it never fails |
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I get in the zone, so deep, it's similar to spells |
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Like Nostradamus, seeing the future is a round of |
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Noodles cooking up in the pot, we got something in common |
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High Sodium vapor lamp over linoleum |
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Beat board going so hard, he yoggyin' |
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Don't be an asshole, become a black hole |
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And gallantry spin around you like a lasso |
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Graduate from the hate, move your taso |
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Throw your cap in the sky and I'll be back home |
