| It’s like Cap Planet threw his Palm Pilot in the sea
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| Servin' earth, water, fire, and wind
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| We’ll see; |
| he’ll be in around three
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| Said the secretary carryin' a bag of secrets
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| That made him legendary
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| «Pleased to meet you» he said to each and every Godlee
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| John Gotti had to bury the body
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| With a shotty
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| Word to the squad of Shocklee
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| I be, Young Hoffy over hip hop beats
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| Tax free like a national free from all actual greed
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| Tall Statue, but I still talk at you, B
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| Native chief but a taboo tea smackin' apples out of Eve’s hand
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| Standin' in the garden of Ed'
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| Bumpin' Edan Beauty and the Beat on repeat
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| Any season I be sleepin' on the sea ridin' waves like skis with rhymes
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| Might catch me on the Caspian castin' out a line
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| Eat fish, no swine, get swallowed like Jonah
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| Cuz she know the ocean flow is one of a kind — ask Noah
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| Polar bear cold stare smiles is so rare
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| File out ball-hogs that don’t share the globe fair
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| Cold carry over crossover flow son, fuck Colbert I report to no one
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| Grown up young but I’m having adult fun |
| No funds holdin' up the joint with no gun, showin' up stunned
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| Cool as the fan smokin' blunts with a brew in my hand
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| With a plan and a shovel to plant it
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| And watch it grow all across the planet like I planned it;
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| Young Captain Planet
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| You can do what you wanna do but I’mma do mines'
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| Touch the mental with a pencil and a rhyme
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| And I don’t need a gun to shoot cause ain’t no where I’m runnin' to
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| Move all you wanna move, we know you feel the rhyme
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| You can do what you wanna do, we doin' just fine
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| Touchin' the mental with a pencil and a rhyme
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| And I don’t need a gun to shoot cause ain’t no where I’m runnin' to
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| Move all you wanna move, we know…
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| We on that new height, talking like I grew like 8 inches
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| The roman numeral of great vision
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| I make predictions on the state of spittin'
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| Whack rappers will remain gettin' a gang of riches, lame bitches
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| I’m in the game lane switchin' - already late bruh
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| Got no time to hit the breaks or the switches
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| Blazed off the j’s and the swishers — tobaccos for wack folk though |
| My black hope used to whisper
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| Shaytaan was all up in my face — god listen, John bitchin'
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| Mom wishin' I’d stick with all the Christians
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| Sometimes I go to church just to toss my sins
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| Up at the altar we all fall victim to systems
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| Mine and this business, figures and interviews no time for interludes just to
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| screw it up
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| Needing to use a buck without feeling like a jerk
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| For what it’s worth I almost blew up
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| But I heard ya’ll had to kick back wipe my shirk off
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| Was on my dick so tough I could’ve jerked off
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| The old head said watch the cursing
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| Losin' work cause' I’m thinkin' of my first job servin'
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| God every mornin'
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| Mournin' over earns with a burnt feelin' thinkin' 'bout my friends as the earth
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| spins
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| As we worship war ships on the spiritual war tip
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| Ya’ll listen: We all up in this
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| Forfeit a joint with the forces and don’t forget ya’ll admission tickets
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| To get up in this, ya gotta break through the laws of physics
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| Simple as arithmetics
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| Twist Wisdom
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| Get lifted
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| You can do what you wanna do but I’mma do mines' |
| Touch the mental with a pencil and a rhyme
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| And I don’t need a gun to shoot cause ain’t no where I’m runnin' to
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| Move all you wanna move, we know you feel the rhyme
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| You can do what you wanna do, but I’mma do mines'
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| Touch the mental with a pencil and a rhyme
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| And I don’t need a gun to shoot cause ain’t no where I’m runnin' to
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| Move all you wanna move, we know… |