| I bet they never thought I’d come round like this.
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| They know better now, don’t doubt my shit.
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| God knows what I’m bout to spit.
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| This is real, that’s counterfeit.
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| Caterpillar, butterfly, alpha wolf.
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| Welcome to my house of blues, where mountains move
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| and there ain’t no telling what I’m bout to do.
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| It’s V For Vendetta, me and this beat go together
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| like the sheep to its shepherd, like a chief with his feathers.
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| I’m a beast on a record, I’m burning refer in heaven,
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| I’m so unique with my methods that I’m too deep to be measured.
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| Get up, get down, I’m doing it again.
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| Big Macka, you know what it is.
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| I float for the kids, they float to the biz
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| I rep one love, they don’t give a shit.
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| I’m a bad baby, I rock the crib.
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| Then split that ground when I make a track.
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| I’m so provocative, I hit your town like a razorback.
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| Fade to black, face the facts, Macka makes him proud.
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| When that fat bitch sings, yo, I gaffa tape her mouth.
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| These rappers shake the ground when flying where the light lives.
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| So one time for that sunshine that rises in your eyelids, priceless.
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| Sunshine in their faces, sunshine in their faces.
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| Sunshine in their faces, sunshine in their faces.
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| I have arrived, unorthodox, bending all the rules.
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| I get the reaction of Jackson when Marsalis told him
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| he’s sending in the wolf (that's all you had to say?)
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| But I’m back at the speed that an arrow goes,
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| from a Navajo, shooting out from under my clavicle.
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| The free radical is in your system, magical,
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| like you just went down that rabbit hole.
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| Not an average Joe, in fact I could pull a Full House
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| like Charlie Babbit bros (Bob Saget knows).
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| I make it Rainman, the way I make my point,
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| and i reach my goals.
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| And I live in a different deep south
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| but I still make the food that can feed my soul.
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| Yup, oh yes, I’ve conjured it, to spread and pollinate continents.
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| I’m feeling marvelous, so monstrous.
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| I target it, I conquer it.
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| Now, I looked up at a golden sky, electric filled and it opened wide.
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| Rays of sun started beaming down and the clock stood still in frozen time.
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| A steadily, heavily, energy, enemy and I begin to soar in flight.
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| So when it’s night I project these poems you can see my work in the northern
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| lights.
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| NICE
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| So I just stand on this island
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| and watch the sun kiss the world’s face,
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| expanding horizons with the.
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| Sunshine in their faces, sunshine in their faces.
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| Sunshine in their faces, sunshine in their faces. |