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You heard? Osama got a weather machine |
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Bought a new umbrella with my colorless green |
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And Saddam act like the mafia Don |
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Don't touch that dial rerun the Vietnam |
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Cool Calm on a recon mission |
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Out the work place been gone fishing |
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Heading upstream, make you forget home |
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Hungry man dinner chronic fatigue syndrome |
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You all alone, no one to relate to |
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Like even your old lady act askew |
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World on crutches, limping on its axis |
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Grandpa pitch a tent doing his taxes |
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Scare tactics, loot under the mattress |
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I got guns and internet access |
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Pop divas do drugs and act rude |
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Wear pretty little clothes, dance and drop school |
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I'm makin' moves in the land of milk and honey |
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Overcast day, nose still runny |
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Come rain or shine, please remain calm |
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Don't touch that dial they gonna drop the bombs. |
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Now this just in |
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Take one on the chin |
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Hip-hop mischief Huckleberry Finn |
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Chuckles and laughs from poisonous gas |
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Second-class citizen take two and pass |
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Natives are restless express lane |
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Got excess baggage still love cocaine |
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Hard to maintain, harder to let go |
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They fucking up my city for vendettas and petrol |
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Retro fitted, got loot too - acquitted |
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Pitted against all odds still committed |
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Hair loss, silicone, botox kisses, call |
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1-800 I-dentity crisis |
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Act now, react later, playa hate |
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Eat fast, lose weight-too late! |
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So your homegirl's up in arms in harm's way |
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Red alert bring the alarm-bombs away |
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Duck and cover you might get burned |
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I've seen a thousand points of no return |
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Tune in you're now rocking with the Calm |
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Don't touch that dial they're gonna drop the bombs |
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You got them post-war blues |
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Still confused |
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Daytime drama, sitcom, news |
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Still buried in the trenches refuse to lose |
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A ruse from the capitol with rights to choose |
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Product placement |
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Sex is tasteless |
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Still less filling, the enemy's faceless |
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A joke in the office and he ain't all that |
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And the new American pastime is rap |
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Stop the presses, look another titty |
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Got your homeboy and ain't life pretty? |
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We all rock synthetics to bear the cold |
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You act like relics but you're barely old |
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Ultra-violence, a moment of silence |
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From down with the king to down with the tyrants |
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Can't trust the system, we still cant count |
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Cause they bucking down kids when school is out |
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Head for the hills another cold front chill |
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Collection of sorrow and unpaid bills |
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Destination, red and blue nation |
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And this whole damn city need a vacation |
