| Hang tight, no nooses, new sense
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| New sh', bow to the movement
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| Ask what we put in it, berries and juices
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| Salute to the ___ who produced it
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| Bouncing over kicks like Jews over broomsticks
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| Beat so sweet that I ain’t even gotta do shit
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| Loop this! |
| Yea
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| I just wanna go off like Miss on acoustics
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| Toss wax up out the window, cool shit
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| Blu is like a rose in a garden of tulips
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| Who very few know like Jarobi to Q-Tip
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| Elusive in this Shh with loose lips
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| Never keep my two cents though
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| I always pay dues and rent
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| Praise God but do sin
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| Looking at laws like broads I choose to bend, and their you go!
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| Strange music, even strange group of friends
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| Two folks, I do not follow after loops and trends
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| Ex got chops and I got props, thanks
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| High five like I like your shit a lot, cool
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| Soul music, soul amusement
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| Hang tight, fly to Jupit', rhyme stupid
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| Time two, know what I’m sayin'
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| Beat so sweet that I ain’t even gotta do shit
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| Bust naturally as a casual do
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| Whip a brand new lane in your brain, boost this
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| Volume is somewhat out of my
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| Still I gotta be fly,
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| Amped for him, I stamp the campus
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| ?? |
| paint porn in the morning like dew does
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| Selling old folks Peter Bjorn
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| And oh yea, young John got a new batch to buzz |