| Whether in a penthouse or a cave dweller
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| I can tell you 'bout now I’m not a fortune teller
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| Grab a treat from Yosi, my muffin seller
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| Got mad technique like Rudy Van Gelder
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| And yes I got a plan I’m a carry out it
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| Yes, I’m pro-choice, I’m a-scream and shout it
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| Yes I love life and I try not to doubt it
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| Yes I’m gonna party cause I’m 'bout it 'bout it
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| When it rains I don’t use an umbrella
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| When I write rhymes, I use indeli-ble ink
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| That will make you think
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| Flowing like water that you love to drink
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| NOW get busy
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| Sweet like a nut filled with Nutella
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| Creamy like buffalo mozzarella
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| Sneaking around you know I smell ya
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| Well I play ya like a peanut and throw the shell ya
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| Well I could give a fuzz if ya think you’re a baller
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| I get so many huni 'round you fall smaller
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| Middle school rapper and a proud yes y’aller
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| If ya think about your grandma go ahead call her
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| From the East Coast so I don’t say hella
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| At the mic stand my performance is stellar
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| Pop the tape in and I listen to fella
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| I give a little shout to Nelson Mandela
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| NOW get busy
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| Known for the words that make you scream and holler
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| I’m Count Dooku to your Queen Amidala
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| Give a shout to Spiro or John Waller
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| I’m a student of the game and a bona fide scholar
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| So ease up on the bong to ease that coughin'
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| Butter’s on the table now watch it soften
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| Bring in those beats and I’m a bring them often
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| I’m a keep rappin' when I’m in my coffin
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| Like a mind gone mad that is unwinding
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| In a padded room the walls you’re climbing
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| Don’t sign on the line if it looks binding
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| Ya have to get loose and find the lining
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| NOW get busy |