| Yo, yo, yo, check this out, man
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| 1 for you, 2 for me
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| 3 for you, 15 for me
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| 20 for you, now check it out
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| Yo, I just won 10 grand in the Galactic
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| Rhyme Federation Championship, so I’m lampin' a bit
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| I feel like returnin' to Earth and burnin' some herb
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| I’m sick of lookin' at the inside of space stations
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| Time for Deltron to take a vacation
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| My expertise in aviation got us to our destination
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| The East Bay, my livin' quarters is completely froze solid
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| I thaw it out with a heat ray
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| Now I’m chillin' in a sauna, pulsatin' jet streams
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| Peepin' out in virtual reality my wet dreams
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| Perusin' my 21st century classic comics
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| The fun is astronomic
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| I figured since I’m here I’ll renew my galactic passport
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| So I’m not persecuted by no galactic assholes
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| Schemers on the ave with their holographic hat tricks
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| Usin' magnetism to pick-pocket citizens
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| Tourists walk around with memory apprehension glasses
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| They attempt to capture the past tense
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| Virtual junkies, burnt out and lost
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| War veterans still trapped in the Holocaust
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| Yes, I know all the answers
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| Livin' in my true love’s arms
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| I’m sittin' on the porch readin' Cosmopolitan
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| Peepin' all these dumb hoes with enhanced collagen
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| I’m calling in sick today, big mistake
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| This resulted in a final pay check and pink slip to say
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| Replaced by my successor 'cause I missed my place
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| Knowin' that the Rhyme Federation will miss my face
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| Referred to as a big disgrace
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| Now I’m free-lance with more risk to take
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| Now a rhymin' merk, findin' certified androids
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| Hit a convention, signin' autographs for fan boys
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| They admire my enhanced stanzas
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| And how I dodge manhunts and security cameras
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| Avoided apprehension in sub-atomic dimensions
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| And even more impressive 'cause of what we livin'
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| A self contained environment, I suggest I’m just a minor threat
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| I see a thing of beauty fly as heck, standin' by her desk
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| Paid her my respects, I was too scared to try to step
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| So I deployed one of my androids with dialect
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| Synthesized with my voice perfectly replicated
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| Asked for her name, and was she married? |
| «No, we’re separated»
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| Booty, hey, baby, you’re lookin', you’re lookin' real fine
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| Your behind, you got 3 booty cheeks
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| That’s kind of unique for, for a
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| What say me and you hit the hot spot over at your house?
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| I got a few sandwiches would be eaten
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| Yo, it’s cool though, you got, you got one eye
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| trippin' though
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| Listen you, me and you, we gon' places, baby
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| We gon' far, go all the way to Mars, Venus
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| We’ll go to Venus if you want to
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| Venus, Paris 'coz I got, haha
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| Yes I know all the answers
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| Livin' in my true love’s arms
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| Yes, I know all the answers
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| Livin' in my true love’s arms |