| Oh, oh, oh!
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| It’s.
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| Gas match to the brain
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| Spin off your… with the rap off the hook like…
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| I’ll slide off the map with the pencil, so pretty!
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| You like me to…
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| .you can see it on your breast
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| So chew it when it’s December!
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| Walk like…
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| I saw the light, just get the heights
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| We create the rhymes
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| To… outside the lines
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| Out of the…
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| Our dreams escaped this marathon
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| No essential, so we…
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| Take the exit straight to hell.
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| I believe it’s average worst
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| Kept the writing in heavy, on another level
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| All said and never settle
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| .the GPS, and so damn fresh
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| I walk alone, the line is literary
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| King shit lyrical, so critical
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| You all spineless and unoriginal
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| …and if it’s…I'll make shine and it’s still rhyming
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| Probably more rock to the pm…
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| . |
| a match to set the world on fire!
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| Oh! |
| screw you if you’re calling me a liar!
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| So I’ll mellow you out!
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| Mellow you out!
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| This will mellow you out!
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| This will mellow you out!
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| Develop the method to mellow you out!
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| Oh, oh! |