| What kind of bastion of trust
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| Hit the stage with a straight-face and jacket full of doves?
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| Where daisy-chained hankies vanish into plastic thumbs
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| It was classic misdirection sold as magic to the young
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| Via masters of deception
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| The full force, court of volunteer
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| Pull a quarter out his ear in a recession
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| Pull a rabbit from a Stetson, as a rapper
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| Though it’s basically the same exact profession
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| Watch, con artist, give a fuck who the mark is
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| Whether gorgeous or New Yorkers through the eye of Diane Arbus
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| No outstanding warrants, nothing up his sleeve
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| I need you feeling weak and needing something to believe
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| I need you feeling freakish, that’s when I really flourish
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| I wake up in a sword box, I brush my teeth with bullets
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| Underneath some cosmic retrograde where patsies get their signals flipped
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| Hold on to your crystal pouch, step up to the thimble rig
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| And for my next trick
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| I’ll make a dollar bill climb up out your wallet
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| Disappear and reappear inside my pocket
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| I never really do these things twice
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| But if y’all ask nice I just might
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| If y’all ask nice I just might
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| If y’all ask nice I just might
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| It goes scarves into wands
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| Into flowers over common sense
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| I’m all heart, rib cage housing a Svengali deck
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| Pick a card, tricky turn a vic' into a bobble-head
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| Absconders into clingers-on, Klingons into Romulans
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| Saw myself in pieces for purveyors of the strange
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| Put the pieces back together though I’m never quite the same
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| We undermine the infantry with trickery that range
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| From weighted dice to blowup dolls up in the carpool lane
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| I’m charcoal with the art school lames
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| I’m skateboarding with heshers
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| Seen scepters shaped like feather pens and '57 fenders
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| Carving knives and camera parts and canvas over stretchers
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| And whatever make that project in the cellar go Excelsior
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| At the whim of older bones that magically predict the weather
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| He like his eye of newt with pinch of pepper
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| The nerd rage scurry out a collapsible bird cage
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| Ace in the palm at the workplace, jerkface
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| And for my next trick
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| I’ll make a dollar bill climb up out your wallet
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| Disappear and reappear inside my pocket
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| I never really do these things twice
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| But if y’all ask nice I just might
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| If y’all ask nice I just might
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| If y’all ask nice I just might
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| If y’all ask nice I just might
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| If y’all ask nice I just might
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| If y’all ask nice I just might
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| If y’all ask nice I just might
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| If y’all ask nice I just might
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| If y’all ask nice I just might
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| If y’all ask nice I just might |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sword Box , by - Malibu Ken. Song from the album Malibu Ken, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп