| Straight outta the metro rhythm central
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| I’m innovative at the intro, 'cause I go slow mo'
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| But never slow pulse
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| But never no joke, dope
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| But never no coke
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| Spits the riddles like phlegm
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| Loose with my lyrics like I double jointed them
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| Twist and I bend, common episodes past freak modes
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| The monstrous bass beneath my pace be like morse code
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| Slash, beep, slash, beep, scanners
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| Zero in to the system in your jeeps
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| I’m out there with Kool Keith and Ced-Gee and De La
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| Inventors of my third seeing eye
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| The futuristic vision, I’m not among loony nut cakes upon a mission
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| I gets in where I fit in, 'cause life’s too short
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| So you could all label me weirdo, but yo
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| I know it’s talent
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| Mad explosive spontaneity
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| At present I speak the new
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| Beginning when every other trend fell short
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| So who’ll be the shareholder of my kinda thoughts besides the studious
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| 'Cause the gluteus maximus lack ability
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| To scoop all capabilities of spontaneity within me
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| Depicted kicked it true
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| Vibes pops jazz but collaborated with the cool
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| Known flows, but unfamiliar grooves that soothe
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| Individuals' moods like soul food for thought
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| Mad explosive spontaneity
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| Rip here be dizz like everybody’s on it
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| 'Cause eternal verbal expansion
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| Keeps enhancing brainchild’s ability to like surpass a swarm of booty
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| Ass, no grass roots having ass MCs with lukewarm degrees
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| Trying to get hot like sun rays, but save your jazz for Sun Ra
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| You know I wanna spar
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| My skills fill up the outer limits like Mars and you’s a little star
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| I jacked your twinkle when I excelled well
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| Like Tinkerbell up to higher levels and heights
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| Cerebral flow takes flight on airborne time
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| I’m a prime candidate of specimen in your Walkman as you’re listening
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| I make things happen, 'cause I’m the captain, keepin' this great
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| Mad explosive spontaneity |