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[Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle] |
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Buy seven, give an eighth one free though |
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They overcompensating, rolling quarters into Speedos |
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They make you sell tickets to a play |
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To rock a show that's happening a whole 'nother day |
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Your frozen yogurt is a lie |
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Machines full of unused boba in disguise |
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It's all a big sports debate show |
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They make them choose opposite stances, this shit is fake, bro |
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They mark up as a miracle |
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A thousand-dollar price tag, six-dollar materials |
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Madea movie on the tube |
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And I'm sorry to inform you the grandmother is a dude |
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They like to say that we're post-race |
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So they can give us MGK and take Ghostface |
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At the supermarket, shit annoys me |
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I'm still tripping, how they getting milk from a soy bean |
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[Chorus: Open Mike Eagle] |
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Trickeration (it's a trick) [x8] |
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Trickeration (so easy to trick) [x8] |
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[Verse 2: MC Paul Barman] |
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One foot in the Rockaways, one foot in the Upper West |
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People in shock today, even after supper rest |
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Rubberneckers see washed-up boardwalks and gravlax |
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The hyphen in "have-not" is a knife in the padlock |
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Keep receipts for price-gauge tax return |
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Shacks and earn, give your taciturn ass a turn |
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Nuance... needs are the new wants |
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You still clip coupons if your orbit's the Forbes list |
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Somewhere out there are trillionaires who abhor it |
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They don't stroke their double-chin billy-goat hair |
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They don't stand out and rap like they really don't care |
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Feels good to agree with the means you chill in your chair |
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Stalwarts in all sorts, their serves in our ball courts |
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Push over tennis wall, when it falls transforms to small forts |
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Now let's rest for a full note |
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This text is just filler, the best is the pull quote |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 3: Milo] |
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(You're fucking with my head Michael!) |
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Twist your cool-ass mustache |
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But pretty soon you'll realise Riff Raff is just a cheap gag |
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I'd rather receive a left hook from Seth Brooks' dad |
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I think his last name is Binzer, Hamato Yoshi is Master Splinter |
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But you should already know that. This is absolutely one crazy town |
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And I get along fine for another lazy hound |
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Like the waitress lazily recites the side dishes for the night (Yuck) |
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My dude, I don't want none of these |
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Wearing purple robes like my name is Empedocles |
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And I'm hella suspicious |
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Reading everything on Twitter when I should mind my own business |
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Indeed, that's how they swindle and rob you |
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Seeing the next man has a Kindle and think "so should I, too" |
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Standing on the highest tower in Hyrule |
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The black Power Ranger waves down, "hi fools" |
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Ayo, this culture is mad dubious |
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When it comes to collecting rupees, I'm the poopiest |
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And when it comes to adult modelling, I'm the nudiest |
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Surf my pay-to-play website where I parade around in fabric skintight |
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They'll convince you that you do wrong |
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I tricked you like the dude at the end of the MF DOOM song |
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"Yo yo yo, y'all can't stand right here |
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In his right hand was your man's worst nightmare |
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Loud enough to burst his right eardrum close range |
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The game is not only dangerous but it's most strange" |
