| Let me show you how I do it
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| Let me show you what I learned
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| We came through, uh
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| Oh, we came came through
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| The new component with the X’s on it
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| Lighting bolts and shot glasses
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| Hot molasses and red cobras that deadly potent
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| So what is it?
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| You’d like to know when that private showing
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| A wink-wink and a head nod
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| A room key and that eggnog
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| Well it’s mind blowin'
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| And you ain’t ready
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| The study group here stays sweaty
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| Wakanda flower and rock starts and that body rock that’s way heavy
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| But you don’t get it
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| In a secret session
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| My beat is questioned and my card declined
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| So I nake or break
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| that nude new
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| Its software stays far behind
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| And you starry-eyed
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| And you style-biting outright
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| I caught you jockin' licking your chops
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| Phone out, mind helpless
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| To the psychedelics and you zone out
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| With your pig snout
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| Drawn towards my plate o' greens
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| Like how’d you navigate that naked dream
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| Huh?
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| Did you feed the kids, did you eat to live?
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| Tell me soldier
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| now bowl of poetry
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| I’ll tell you for a consultant fee, how I do it
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| Ooh, I kissed around them notes
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| When everybody in the city done forgotten how to hope
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| I come through that cloud of smoke, like
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| Ooh, see, I kissed around them notes
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| And rebuilt this world one building at a time, when I’m around my folks, like
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| Ooh, see, I kissed around them notes
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| When everybody in the city done forgotten how to hope
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| I come through that cloud of smoke, like
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| Ooh, see, I kissed around them notes
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| And rebuilt this world one building at a time, when I’m around
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| He’s done paid the quote
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| For a one-way ticket on the slave boat
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| With a set of ribs like a xylophone
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| In the servant quarters in a private home
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| With a vagina zone for the patriarchy
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| My job title was still crazy darky
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| I dribble balls at the Staple Center
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| My African ties to the epicenter
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| With the public speaker saying it’s getting better
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| Is that Batista with a vendetta
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| Kids discard the letter of a realtor
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| But the guy who’s real as her
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| Zero Dark as I zero in
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| At Central Park with a Pokemon
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| At Adobe dens
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| with great thinkers
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| Just binge drinkers
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| Using beer bottles as bowling pins
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| Stomach growl for them sober noodles
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| Rich niggas got no scruples
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| Represent for them clever gents
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| Who throw lemons under their trash heap
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| When they up the rep of those of a Mexican descent
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| And you form a critique
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| I pick at the weak for them social ills
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| 'Cause this street is just «post no bills», like uh
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| I’ve always known how to make it real
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| Ooh, I kissed around them notes (I make it real, I make it real)
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| Kiss around them notes (I make it real)
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| Ooh, I kissed around them notes (I make it)
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| When everybody in the city done forgotten how to hope
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| I come through that cloud of smoke, like
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| Ooh, see, I kissed around them notes (I make it)
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| And rebuilt this world one building at a time, when I’m around my folks, like
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| Ooh, see, I kissed around them notes (I make it)
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| When everybody in the city done forgotten how to hope
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| I come through that cloud of smoke, like
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| Ooh, see, I kissed around them notes (I make it)
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| And rebuilt this world one building at a time, when I’m around my folks
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| Bend my notes around the frame
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| Transcending the smoke from a pound of sage
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| Bend my notes around, around
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| Bend my notes around the frame
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| Bending my frame into a new man
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| Stretch time so they speed up
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| With the
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| Make the murals all water based
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| Bending my frame into a new man
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| Stretch time so they speed up
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| With the
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| Make the murals all water based
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| Bending my frame into a new man
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| Bending |