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Countless styles drip on 12,000 miles a trip |
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Told him take the wheel and wheels of steel |
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Some nights just don't feel for real |
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Printed page took a beating. Not a stage reading |
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Staved off the ancients and Stone Age's fleeting |
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[Feel paper man sink tannery?] clamoring fans |
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Cameras in hand like I got mammary glands. |
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Bless the mic so genuflect |
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If whole place put hands up, then you wreck! |
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Another day another tabernacle |
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'Bout to go Pop up Snap against sides Crackle-able |
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Can't see me like a rock in tall grass |
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New millennium records are all ass |
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I sign titties, lps, arms and hall passes |
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You want to trace it as a tattoo? Fine |
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You are a piece of work, but you are not mine |
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Face it: I'm the truth |
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Old ladies waste their whole lives saying youth is wasted on the youth |
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'And I should have your hair.' |
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'Why? To look like youth? All day at the salon just to come out blue?' |
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Like the toilet. Aren't you annoyed yet? |
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King be crowned for down with vets, pounds for poids net |
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Flavor. You can taste it on the tongue |
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It's old folks problems that're wasted on the young |
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Which came first: the chicken or egg? |
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Man made God, ain't that a kick in the head? |
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Allahu akbar. Paul, the new rock star. |
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[Sample] |
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Even in the early morning, it gives a little light |
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And as the day goes on, it gets brighter and brighter |
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I didn't know that |
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Neither did I! |
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Teens loom between the stage and the green room |
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Girl friend recommended asking him out |
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For a first date, meet with ass to mouth. Gas in couch |
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I want to ride her grapes by the drapes in fresh air |
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And check out the cityscape from fire escapes |
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Get down in a booth and pretend it's a crowd where a futon sound proof |
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No such thing as a bit part (except for the chicken that hit the spit guard) |
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Don't get me started. I'm flattered when I'm carded |
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Predisposed to happiness when retarded and I'm in hot pursuit |
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I got the boot from a Grammy winner. Not as cute |
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I take more shorts than a panty raid |
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Born rhymer; can't be made |
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Emulsion got a green tint |
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You should see pregnant women screenprint |
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I don't deal in headshots unless there's suppressed photos of dead tots |
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MCs caught unawares that I'm shining out with some of theirs |
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Put your wands in the airs! |
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Not-guns are fun. Put up your pointer fingers, even joiners |
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Ringers from the Feds for the phrase-coiner/singer. |
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I make the headliner go, "I can't go on after that!" |
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I laugh at rap. Okay's not good, it's half as whack |
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I'm a hermit crab and I'll find your open mind habits until you feel better |
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Depress your fucks up your appestat |
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All you in the back call anew to react |
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If you can't find the front let me draw you a map |
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For all those who order sparkling water: |
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Your world is darkening; prepare for mass slaughter |
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I was once a perky nude |
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At worst was rude |
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Work in the nude |
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Won't work for food |
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Case the joint |
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Every face on coin's bent back is way past their breaking point |
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Write rhymes on marriage license |
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Rock France with laryngitis and no DJ |
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Fuck what he say |
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In Montreal they put raunchy Paul on replay |
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It's M-C-P-A-U-L you thought you knew well |
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It gets better every record in case you can't tell |
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I've been effed, bereft, and faced death. Tell me what's left |
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I'm an eighth grade taped on escape to the sunshine of a golden shower |
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Took a toke of smoke that blew through Okinawa |
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Born alone, die alone. Adopt stopped ribosome |
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Work for a jerk, get ahead, and provide a home |
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Back off before I tear a track off reels and rhyme skin black off |
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I'm in a state of grace. |
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A great many days ago, he says "he's tellin' the truth. He kept a straight face." |
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Think for yourself |
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Most people lie and truth-tellers are long |
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My hands went propeller. I took off in this song. |
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It's too long to be honest |
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I make my Top 1 list like US dominance. I'm gone |
