| Yeah
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| Every morning I wake up, lookin' in the mirror
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| I am the original Black Elvis
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| That’s right, when you see me with my wig to the side
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| Wearin' my short leather jacket
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| Marilyn Monroe on my back
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| I’m livin' that life
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| I’m for real with this
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| That’s what I think about
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| I like to tell my fans
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| I got my shades on, big rock star compared to Elvis
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| Signin' autographs for rappers while girls move they pelvis
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| Write songs strictly for Elton John or Lionel Richie
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| Call up my butler, get clothes washed by the maid
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| Ivory soap, dishes clean, feel like Cascade
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| I count the bills, roll through Detroit in Sedan DeVille’s
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| I throw my skully on, big robe like Marvin Gaye
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| Step in the front row, primetime I move your way
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| Budweiser Fest soundcheck, demanding your respect
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| I come correct through the Metro, and turn y’all petrol
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| I’m up here early bitin' donuts, sippin' on espresso
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| While you sleep, I creep, gainin' ground by the week
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| Ampex reels, makin' phone calls, I’m closin' deals
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| I move with skill, ride through Philly streets and Cherry Hill
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| I’m doin' it well, I’m doin' it swell
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| Yeah
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| Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed
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| MTV level three when I fly on BET
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| Livin' astro, tell me how you feel
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| One two, one two
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| Movin roughly, straight to the desert, San Antonio
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| I talk swift the Rock King Black Romeo
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| I pack clubs, promoters put me out in Tokyo
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| Damage your area, I’mma launch a fierce missile
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| I roast fools, movin' butt like I’m toilet tissue
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| What is your issue? |
| You over man, I don’t miss you
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| Scottie soft, you play like Jan Van Breda Kolff
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| New Jersey Nets real man, you ain’t no Darnell Hillman
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| Bald head like Slick Watts, I run rap like Mayor Koch
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| Forward your info while Tony Liu crank the Benzo
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| Move out your driveway while girls look, turn they eyeway
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| Jealous in fact, tryna rip the capes off my back
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| I move with timing, potential, through instrumentals
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| Y’all front on BET with slum gold, drivin' rentals
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| I get real dino, runnin' groups like a rhino
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| Endin' careers, that’s my job, yo your rap is final
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| Cancel your in-stores, your new job is moppin' floors
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| Fixin tiles, stoppin' potholes up on the roof
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| You work for service no tips man I speak the truth
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| Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed
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| MTV level three when I fly on BET
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| Livin' astro, tell me how you feel
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| One two, one two
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| Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed
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| MTV level three when I fly on BET
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| Livin' astro, tell me how you feel
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| One two, one two, one two
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| Pull your hoods down, I bumrush your afterparty
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| Have your manager scared, the radio station saying sorry
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| Pack your bags, I move my luggage to the coliseum
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| Infinite prime piece with statues in the rock museum
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| Changin' my zones, drinkin' cocktails on cellular phones
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| I tour with Anthrax through Texas with the Rolling Stones
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| Booked by the agency, famous artists payin' me
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| Hotels with fly room with sneakers starin' at the moon
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| Mad atmosphere, ridin' first class on British Air
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| Lobster and steak, while y’all back in time, doin' remakes
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| I’m futuristic, nine-nine, to the year 4000
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| I make announcements, drop skills, then I bounce with
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| Fly young ladies, AMG kicks, two thousand Mercedes
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| Brand new models, only seen one in Colorado
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| Light green metallic in the Shark Bar, eatin' salad
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| Lorenzo wheels, valet park, shoppin' in Beverly Hills
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| Step up your wildest spaceship kid in the Plymouth Prowler
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| Comin' down
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| Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed
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| MTV level three when I fly on BET
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| Livin' astro, tell me how you feel
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| One two, one two
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| Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed
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| MTV level three when I fly on BET
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| Livin' astro, tell me how you feel
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| One two, one two
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| Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed
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| MTV level three when I fly on BET
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| Livin' astro, tell me how you feel
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| One two one two |