| Well hello, let me introduce myself
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| They call me macka, big macka
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| And my voice-activated house doesn’t even work
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| But I’m back in the lab again
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| Making something out of dirt
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| I got a spliff in my top pocket
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| I got a cannon
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| The size of something
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| You can’t possibly imagine
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| I jump off boats
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| I cut through hills and gutters
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| I bluff the whole table
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| Like f**k you, silly duffers
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| We changed the game
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| Like when the first boat came with cocaine
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| Paved our way with gold flame
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| Flows aim to blow brains
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| With cards up my sleeve,
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| I play old maid with dope dames
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| Undercover secret agent
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| Code name is coltrane
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| In a dusty jazz bar
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| Is double 0 deuce with double 0 8
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| The two double 0 8 troublesome two
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| With a robo-tech dj
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| I’m cued across the fader
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| To the… who drops the flavor
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| Three smooth operators
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| (Just like that…)
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| (Unfortunately, we haven’t time to play games…)
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| With my researchers
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| I do sidewalk astronomy
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| We burn the weed in seconds
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| I’m just chillin' in my building
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| With a… street collective
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| See, we struck a major chord
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| With the magic from the stage, I soar
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| Doubt nevermore
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| The raven’s rapping at your chamber door
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| So praise the lord
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| And see unusually different, beautifully gifted
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| Sailing forth, mad musical misfits
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| Me, myself and my melody mistress
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| Make a monster meek
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| With magic in misty mountains
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| Where the mace and mobsters meet
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| They call me cosmic cowboy
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| Kookaburra killer
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| Max back on the track, yes I’m iller
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| And the last emcee
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| I barbecued on my grilla
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| Yes, for rilla
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| Yes, for rilla
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| So back the f**k off me
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| And go and make me coffee
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| You rappers think you’re rocky
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| But not one of you can stop me
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| That’s why I puff opium
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| With christopher walken
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| In an amsterdam cafe
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| At six in the mornin'
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| I’m kickin' the door in
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| You bitches are boring
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| I’m bringing the storm in
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| 'cause you chickens are snoring
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| Can you vision me soaring
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| In this blizzard performing
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| And crosswords like clockwork
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| In glistening orange
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| (Just like that…)
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| I’m at the gambling spot
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| With my hand on my cock
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| Lookin' for another block
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| I can damage and rock
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| I’m surfin' with fishes
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| I’m pervin' on bitches
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| My mission on this bus
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| Is to get dirt on them hinges
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| When… troops came
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| For hussein’s fuel chain
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| They say dollars make cents
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| But all I got is loose change
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| Shoot game, I’m that wildcat
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| Through the hoop’s flames
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| 'til doomsday, it’s bruce wayne
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| On a crusade
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| I’m the king of the committee
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| Watch me think of something witty
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| Like a boring board meeting
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| And I slip myself a mickey
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| Don’t eyeball me, bitch
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| My clique is the goonies
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| My guard dogs are hard rock
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| Bitch, with an uzi
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| Through the world wind,
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| We pass batons
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| Swinging it like a magic wand
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| Poetical patterns like pebbles
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| Perpetually skipping across that placid pond
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| Are you catching on?
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| Let me give you a key
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| True love is not a cage
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| It’s a home in which you are free
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| (Just like that…) |