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Ahhhh, put the top back, ahhhh put the top back |
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Just mackin on the hoes, shut up b*tch, f*ck out my car, before I hit you with a piano--I'm just playin |
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Diamonds are forever but my rhyming is forever |
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Reaching my efforts is like climbing Mt. Everest |
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Got perfect timing like the President, present and past |
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And it can't be measured in cash |
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Try testing me and you'll get pressed like pheasant under glass |
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And you don't even measure in my weight class |
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Run up in your shit with the president's mask on |
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Just like Dead Presidents, that settles it |
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Where's the medicine, there's no prescription |
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For the sickness you feel the affliction |
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Musical addiction have you coming back |
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Just like a haunted spirit on the lyrics |
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Beyond the limits, past the speed of light |
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Thought processing don't even need a mic |
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I just let it go, some have said it's soul |
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Some have said it's funk, I said it ain't no punk |
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You gotta be better, stronger, faster, swifter |
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If you wanna live to see the description |
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Of your own vision |
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It's in your grasp all you gotta do is learn to adapt |
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x2 |
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I was rollin down the strip a dip in my Chassi |
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Her lips was nasty, |
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she doing what you can't see |
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In the backseat of the taxi |
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I paid my fare, yea she waited there |
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In the Bay Area where we hating squares |
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Like boxes of Cheerio's comparing X's and O's |
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I perfected the soul movement, glow inducing |
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Leaving room for improvement |
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Believe in yours and you can do it |
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Using the best of your abilities, Latin capabilities |
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Stretched to capacity |
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That'll be the day when the legal fakes see me scrape |
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Like a car door, all aboard to Mars and orbit |
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Around the Earth in a vortex |
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Don't take the subject out the context, don't teach the public this nonsense |
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We should be beyond this |
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