| I say toh-may-toh so instead you say toh-mah-toh
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| And i say light-skinned but you say mulatto
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| I don’t know, i prefer to go straight off the chest
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| Ya suck certain judges' dicks and then you paid off the rest
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| With your bootleg apparell and counterfeit poetic license
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| Your neck’s too skinny to cope this pathetic crisis
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| Instead of flippin' the script, i toss the fader
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| And throw it back and forth like i’m playin' hot potato
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| God, mind, and body parts so bear witness devils
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| And put on a pair of shorts to compare fitness levels
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| Old school b-boys request the response
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| So i lifted the veil in the fiesta resistance
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| I lie when i’m rappin', i tell the truth when i’m cuttin'
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| Girls around the way say i’m cute as a button
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| And it’s him, johnny rockwell, male model, see him next
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| Freestylin' on the microphone or on a bmx
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| Knowin' the length and not crashin' half way
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| I’m chillin' and coolin' at the fashion cafe
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| Eatin' a salad and drinking mad champaign
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| And signin' the deal for the missoni ad campaign
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| It’s just a day in the life of a pretty face
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| Sometimes in business, these people with their shitty tastes
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| Of a high heel shoe in their mouth with a foot in it
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| As for me, i got money and that’s where i’m puttin' it
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| Where my mouth is, you know the science |