| Let’s go back, back, back
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| To when I used to shapeshift
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| And shift right back
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| Before I picked up the mic
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| I started writing rhymes
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| I can alter my form it any given time
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| Shapeshift, shapeshift
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| Shape-shape-shift-shift
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| Shapeshift
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| Shapeshift, shapeshift
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| Shape-shape-shift-shit
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| Shapeshift
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| Let me take you back to the start
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| When I first started shapeshifting
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| After class a school bully wanted me kicked in
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| It was little D running for his life
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| With his heartbeat bu-bu-bu-bu-bumping inside
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| Morphed into a Cheetah
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| Them cheats couldn’t keep up
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| Sixty miles per hour was his speed a was G 1
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| Going straight to my mother’s arms
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| Even try to morph into a car a bus a shiny gold bar
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| Even Bret 'The Hitman' Hart
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| But my momma couldn’t see it she just laughed
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| Giggled to herself
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| You’re a crazy boy
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| Get in the bath
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| And you better scrub hard in those hard to reach parts
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| I was like, «nah»
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| I’m a superhero mom honest
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| You should of seen me earlier
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| Running like Sonic
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| The fools couldn’t catch me
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| Believe I was on it
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| Watch me shapeshift, are you watching?
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| Let’s go back, back, back
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| To when I used to shapeshift
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| And shift right back
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| Before I picked up the mic
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| I started writing rhymes
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| I can alter my form it any given time
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| Shapeshift, shapeshift
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| Shape-shape-shift-shift
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| Shapeshift
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| Shapeshift, shapeshift
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| Shape-shape-shift-shit
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| Shapeshift
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| I’m a bird
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| I’m a tree
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| I’m a bike
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| I’m a plane
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| On the ground underneath your feet
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| I’m the rain in the sky
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| I’m a cloud
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| I’m a Sun
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| I’m a star
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| Pushing roots through Saturn’s rings world’s in my palm
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| I’m a bear
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| I’m a dog
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| I’m a chair so get off
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| I’m an action figure but I’m not trapped in the box
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| I’m free
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| Free with the world at my feet
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| Hummin A-Team's theme
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| As I’m running down the street
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| With my chalkboard knees
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| Sun shines, smile beams
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| If you’re feeling hungry
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| I’m your quarter-pounder cheese
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| But if you’re feeling angry
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| I’m your punch bug release but
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| Don’t go too wild you might knock out my teeth
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| Huh, watch the kidneys beneath
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| I’m only a wee high
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| Still pee on the sheets
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| I still read The Beano
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| Every night after tea
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| Cause I’m drawing inspiration for the next thing to be
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| Then it’s
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| Let’s go back, back, back
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| To when I used to shapeshift
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| And shift right back
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| Before I picked up the mic
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| I started writing rhymes
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| I can alter my form it any given time
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| Shapeshift, shapeshift
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| Shape-shape-shift-shift
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| Shapeshift
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| Shapeshift, shapeshift
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| Shape-shape-shift-shit
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| Shapeshift
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| Transmute
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| Alter
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| Morph
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| Switch
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| I am lawless
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| You’re a myth
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| Spoilt for choice
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| Now my cranium aches
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| Cause my brains' in overdrive
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| All over the place
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| Inspirations running through my veins
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| Just turn my fist into a gobstopper think I might have a taste
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| I’m like a space-boot
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| Two steps out of this world
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| Surf the tablet of my mind across the ocean, I felt
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| Brainwaves help to excel
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| Hope will prevail
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| Push me to shore so I can be sure of myself
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| Now if you have these powers now
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| What would you do?
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| Would you morph into the Devil?
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| Would you help to improve the foundation of society?
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| What would you lose?
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| Would you morph into a yard and help your momma to move
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| I need some new shoes
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| About to turn into some Jordan 3's
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| The skin on my legs
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| Form a pair of denim jeans
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| Just morph my wrist into a gold watch
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| I’m blinged up
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| You need to come a little closer if you want to see
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| Let’s go back, back, back
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| To when I used to shapeshift
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| And shift right back
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| Before I picked up the mic
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| I started writing rhymes
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| I can alter my form it any given time
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| Shapeshift, shapeshift
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| Shape-shape-shift-shift
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| Shapeshift
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| Shapeshift, shapeshift
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| Shape-shape-shift-shit
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| Shapeshift |