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Patta Para Jacka |
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Desert Boot Clarks |
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Ray Ban splanga |
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APC Brakka |
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Patta Para Jacka |
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Desert Boot Clarks |
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Ray Ban splanga |
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[Verse 1] |
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Waiting for the bus in the rain... nah, run that |
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Little devil, snapback on my dunce cap |
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Willie Mayes, home-runner till you're done, cat |
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Bar*******an, dude, you're a bummer in a Cubs hat |
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******* dubstep drops, man, I got slap |
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Rap game Philip Glass, and you're Scott Stapp |
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Metaphoring, bring the kettle and the pot back |
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Good's subjective, but I know it's not that |
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Get live on the mic with props |
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And just hanging on the burner cuz I like it hot |
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Track dead, this a murder, better call the cops |
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Game gets bloody and it's hard to watch |
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J-Will taking gnarly shots |
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Just chewing on a glass till your barley hops |
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I'ma snatch Keith's liquor, smoke Marley's pot |
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And blow lines on a ******* iCarly spot |
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(i get rude) |
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[Hook] |
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Hey kids, better recognize |
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X-Ray's metal, got electric eyes |
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Got the game unsettled when I maximize |
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Laser-pointer spitter leaving cats surprised |
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Just trace on the wall like what |
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Draw space on the wall like what |
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No mistakes on the wall anyway |
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Kool-Aid man break through the wall like "HEEEY" |
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[Verse 2] |
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Haters do what they can to house me |
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Staple-gun spitting, I am Stan Spudowski |
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In your spot, get your man to bounce me |
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'Fore I rush up, make your biggest fans announce me |
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Wreck shop like a bull in china |
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Make a crowd want to move like the Forty-Niners |
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Open mic rappers, you're corny whiners |
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Dio up in Denny's, this a Holy Diner |
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Hold the line cuz I'm letting it go slack |
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Ghost unrepentant putting coal in your smokestack |
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Most raps unsettling, I never can go back |
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Gold caps of melanin, I'm dyeing my soul black |
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Put your dukes down, grab your pencil |
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Hope you test better than the crap you stencil |
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Make your chest shatter like a glass utensil |
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I was born with the skills; rap's prehensile |
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[Hook] |
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Hey kids, better recognize |
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X-Ray's metal, got electric eyes |
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Got the game unsettled when I maximize |
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Laser-pointer spitter leaving cats surprised |
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Just trace on the wall like what |
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Draw space on the wall like what |
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No mistakes on the wall anyway |
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Kool-Aid man break through the wall like "HEEEY" |
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[Verse 3] |
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To the letter, I'm better than competitors |
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Even veterans benefit from my rhetoric's impact, I'm gettin the |
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Credit for setting the rhyme predator styles |
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Without needing a proofreading editor, et cetera, while |
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You cats getting upset or, like, gassed up - unleaded |
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I said it; it's real - a step above synthetic |
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Prophetic force foretold of my birth; telekinetic |
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When I snap the mic into my hand like a prosthetic |
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Call a medic - I'm rolling through, you know my *******t's authentic |
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I occupy an edit, son, I ninety-nine percent it |
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Listen up when I let it off, or better yet appreciate the presence |
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Of a better bomb ticking when you set it |
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Broadcast in a minute; fast-internet it |
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Put you on blast, a kicking-your-ass epidemic |
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League champ, move fast for the pennant |
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Light-headed when you get it again and again and again, it's... |
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[Outro] |
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Clap your hands, everybody |
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And everybody just clap your hands |
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And if you like how I say it from the front to the back |
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All my people, let me hear you say "yeah" |