| The older put the lesson plans in the song
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| The money changes, credit was long
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| The griot believed he had the leave to be loved
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| Welcome back home, yes
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| Yo, disembodied sexy legs
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| Poison pills with heavy glaze
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| Los Angeles Getty graves
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| My OG was Eddie Hayes so I knew how to craft a spell
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| Crack, undoing our plastic shell
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| When your wife goes down her asshole swells
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| Football players as versatile apes
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| Blow birthday candles on a urinal cake
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| I don’t want to hear your personal take, the elders know
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| A branch of motor neurons being plucked like a six-string
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| So your lips pucker to kiss a ring
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| Don’t miss a thing cause
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| I’m from the golden age of name-calling
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| So your little POV ain’t ballin'
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| Fuck them kids under London Bridge
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| Way off the grid
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| I was just a stick in the mud
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| Next to the hissing sub
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| While slipping in, not dripping blood
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| From niggas trippin' soliciting drugs
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| I’m out of place with my mind crazy
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| The bougie nigga with the white lady
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| Give a stern look to the bigoted judge
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| Fight the charges, get it nipped in the bud
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| Billed a burgess, deputize all code monkeys
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| So the vote machines can go hungry
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| Or being subject to the close study of a snow buddy
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| No money in your hood at all
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| Out your block, cat call
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| At your inner city dancehall
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| Niggas ripped for mythical sources interrupting elliptical orbits
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| Magic guiding centripetal forces
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| Cause a stir of biblical proportions
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| Tucker the tools to the end of your horse trips
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| Getting offers from corporate courtships
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| But you always fuck it up
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| Cause that artist-run label was our father table
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| Where we dethrone your Clark Gable
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| Organize verbally under that Leimert Park fable, damn
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| One, two
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| I’m from the golden age of name-calling
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| So your little POV ain’t ballin'
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| Let’s skip that wench on the Los Angeles audition bench
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| Let’s do this shit until our teeth fall in
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| The world laughs in flowers
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| The world laughs in flowers
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| Grooves of my mind 'bout the size of a world
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| The world laughs
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| The world laughs
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| The world laughs
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| The world laughs
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| You give a stern look to the bigoted judge
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| Fight the charges, get it nipped in the bud |