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The baddest emcee (who's that) not me |
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I'm Technicolor on a black and white TV |
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And by the by, a motherlovin son who knows one day |
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That all of the tears wept will be swept away |
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So before the giant comes to from the slumber |
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Dig a last ditch effort to vacate the tundra |
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Dust off your ears, jump off of your best leg |
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Out of the catacomb into the nest egg |
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Now let me get my 15 minutes of fame |
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And I'll be as straight as Gibraltar |
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He said he'd make a funky beat and be as sweet as Walter |
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Payton hatin long drives to 9 to 5's |
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Man, he wanted high fives when the crowds arrive |
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So he frequents in sequins doin the neutron dance |
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Actin all jiggy for the cash advance |
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I hung a buffalo stance, crossed the Red Sea |
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And said don't you get fresh with me |
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Because if freshness was a dinner with all of the dressings |
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We'd be gluttons pushing buttons in the kitchen with the Jetsons |
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Dizzy Dustin, Andy, Einstein's the third man |
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Elevators going up like Junior Birdman |
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I'm movin up, movin on up |
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I'm movin up, movin on up |
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I'm movin up, movin on up |
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I'm movin up, movin on up, come on |
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[Dizzy Dustin] |
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I put the key in the ignition and enter the pole position |
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To outrun the competition on this expedition |
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To the Crystal Castle, I can't stay put |
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A millipede wants to feed on the back of my foot |
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Kept my eyes straight ahead and dodged the roadblocks |
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Dips and oil slicks, wet spots and falling rocks |
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Who wants to see themselves and their friends |
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grow to be old men, pondering what could have been |
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Break away the ties that hold me from the skies |
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and tell the hippy with the sticky not to skip me |
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You can try to pry the doors when stuck between floors |
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or call the foreman, but he's barnstorming |
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So I slide a token down the slot and press player one |
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to be the slayer in the dragon's lair tappin my thumbs |
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Against the buttons joystick in hand to command the missiles |
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Top score once more I enter my initials |
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Eyein a lion without becoming his lunch |
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Isn't easy in a pitfall on a jungle hunt |
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I set out to get out but cement shoes lack traction |
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So this time I'll climb with some elevator action |
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I'm movin up, movin on up |
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I'm movin up, Einstein, what you doing? |
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"Breaking people up." |
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Where you going? |
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"Up to the top floor." - - > Slick Rick |
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[Andy Cooper] |
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Steppin to the edge of the platform to plunge |
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Down into the think tank, the opening is narrow |
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As I'm hovering above the covering I start to fall |
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And feel the stomach butterflys rise out of my bone marrow |
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You can label me with chewing gum envy |
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cause I wish I could be care free to emcee |
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For a beatnik to a neatnik and anyone in between |
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And anyone that's beyond and anyone that's been conned (Strung along) |
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By the charismatic addict, the man on the stage |
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Giving power displays to astound and amaze |
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You'd better follow our ways, cause we've got the solution |
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But you're gonna have to pay, make a contribution |
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The Azraels and Gargamels may feel the need |
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To hurt the little people in order to feed greed |
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And, hey, they may laugh now, but later |
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They'll be sorry they didn't ride the elevator |
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I'm movin up, movin on up |
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I'm movin up, movin on up |
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I'm movin up, movin on up |
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I'm movin up, movin on up |
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Well, we lost our jobs. |
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What we're gonna do now? |
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I don't know, we should start that rap group we've been talking about |
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You still making beats, Einstein? |
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Eh, it's a hobby |
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Well, look who we be called, we could be like "The Fresh Three" |
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or something like that |
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I don't know, what about, "Ugly Duckling?" |
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"Ugly Duckling" Hmmm... |
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"This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.." |
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Now, we gotta practice, we gotta get together |
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You can practice at my house... |
