| Smith, Stiffy, Skitch, McTwist into
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| A kickflip, liptrick, quick switcheroo
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| You kids get pissed if we missed a few
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| But we got a frickin' big list of tricks to do
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| I’m like giving a nuke to Mr Magoo
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| Hit the big red button
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| Head buttin'
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| If you dispute
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| The only way I’ll open my eyes to different views
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| Is when I’m ownin' the skies
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| 360 degrees
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| Skatopia bred
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| Straight over your head
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| I can’t skate so I play it from my sofa instead
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| While you’re wearin' your Ray-bans
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| And getting a spray-tan
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| The British are rippin' up the American Wasteland
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| Dave and Dan are bringin' the skill
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| Singin' at will
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| I’d give my kingdom for a horse call me king of the hill
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| Rap’s Richard the Third
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| Gap tricking with words
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| Ha
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| Bringing a flamingo
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| That isn’t a bird
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| Smack
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| Hittin' the curb like my back wheel
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| But this isn’t the certain Thug Life 2Pac feels
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| You won’t be having your cap peeled
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| But I might crack a melon, acapella
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| And prepare your last meal
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| A bit of stalefish
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| You’re not gettin' bailed, prick
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| So get on your bike
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| Lest you get your little tail-whipped
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| You failed to nail the trick
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| You’ve been derailed
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| And made to pale into insignificance
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| You silly little
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| I’m a Tony Hawk addict and I
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| Jump on my board, grab it and fly
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| Fly, fly, fly, fly
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| I’m a Tony Hawk addict and I
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| Jump on my board, grab it and fly
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| Fly, fly, fly, fly
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| First of all
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| I’d like to assure I’m all above board
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| But as gravity attests I tend to break laws
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| That’s legality suppressed
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| When I space walk
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| So I’m always entertained, I’ll never skate bored
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| Half work, half play
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| That 50/50 grind
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| But there’s two games at stake
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| And that’s the rap and the skate kind
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| When I hear a hater say that it’s only a game
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| «Revert to manually skating»
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| What am I a cave man?
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| No way fam!
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| So don’t give me that lip, trick
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| When I flip out, jump up and grab you you’ll zip quick
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| I’ll hit with a triple kickflip you over
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| So there’s a high chance of a spine transfer
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| While I band this sick mix
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| I got them RSI rhymes
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| And if you disagree I’ll be like
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| «No, comply»
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| While grindin' pipes for sure brought nostalgia
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| IF one more man misunderstands when I say
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| Tony Hawks Underground look
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| Smack that hipster
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| And break his indie nosebone
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| Hit him so hard, I’ll press his X chromosome
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| Then get air so high I’ll bring back a boatload of ozone
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| And tell him what I told Newton
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| Just give up and go home!
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| I’m a Tony Hawk addict and I
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| Jump on my board, grab it and fly
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| Fly, fly, fly, fly
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| I’m a Tony Hawk addict and I
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| Jump on my board, grab it and fly
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| Fly, fly, fly, fly |