| One two three, in the place to be!
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| MF Doom, Talib Kweli, ah here we go
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| On born days, I used to blow out the candles; |
| and every Saturday
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| Watch cartoons 'til noon and then I’d switch to Ralph McDaniels
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| I was, makin up a miracle flow, over a cereal bowl
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| And a porous beat from my stereo
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| Rhymes stronger than Popeye with the spinach
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| Yeah I’m gangster like the frog on Courageous Cat and Minute Mouse
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| Maybe I’m trippin and it’s just a cartoon to you
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| But I got chills when I heard how Doom flipped the Scooby Doo
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| And, I might be buggin but it seem to me
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| That cartoons be realer than reality TV
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| They inspire my decision to be open and listen
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| But folks got it all twisted, like a yoga position
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| Like, in order to spit it dope, you gotta have a criminal past
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| That’s similar to the cast of Different Strokes
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| Me and my people break bread, sit and smoke
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| The conversation rich, but that depend on what you consider broke
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| I draw on anything for inspiration
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| A fond memory, a piece of paper, walls in a train station
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| It’s just that I’m old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that
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| It’s just that I’m old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that
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| (I'm old school y’all, yes y’all, I keep it goin y’all, here we go)
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| It’s just that I’m old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that
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| (I'm old school y’all, keep it goin y’all, keep it goin y’all)
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| It’s just that I’m old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that
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| (Ah here we go, c’mon)
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| And we’ll be right back after these messages
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| Fellas grab your nutsacks, chicks squeeze your breastesses
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| We ain’t all that grown, it’s still funny like
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| Goin to the store on your own with rainbow money
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| Since then had an insane flow sonny
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| Walkin to the corner rhymin in the rain, nose runny
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| Breakdancin maybe ten, bummy
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| Is when Subroc would run up handspring Arabian somee!
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| Ooh wee, like a Hong Kong Phooey kick
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| Or a weekend afternoon, karate movie flick
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| Slept good, no justice, no peace
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| Woody kept it hoody, never discussed it with police
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| Shot the fair one nobody ran to get the gat
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| Or felt they had to put it up in they raps to set it fat
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| And since when lyrical skills had to do with killin a cat?
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| What type of chitlins is that?
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| The Super Villain has the bad hydroponics
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| Whoever willin to ride, provide raw chronic |