| We’d like to ask now that all passengers please hold your breath
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| As we take you through an underwater hip hop extravaganza
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| We’re now desending, we’re two hundred fathoms and now deep
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| We’re four hundred fathoms, we have arrived
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| Now last night, underwater, I saw a French mermaid
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| Treated her to caviar and wine over shrimp brain
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| In the raw, on the ocean floor, need I say more?
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| You never heard nobody kick it like this before
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| Pink champagne, octopus brains
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| Saw your DJ underwater through the window pane
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| That sucker tried to hit a mix, but the mix didn’t happen
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| Records kept floatin' all the fish kept laughin'
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| A blowfish blew my mind and started to rhyme
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| As the octopus cut nine records at a time
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| Your boy said, «Show me how to keep my records down»
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| But the shark ate his amp, your boy got clowned
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| The rhymes he say have no particular order
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| The sheriff’s after me for what I did to his daughter
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| Go 'head bite his rhymes if you think that you oughtta
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| Hold your breath, M C’s, my rime’s underwater
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| Underwater rimes
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| Underwater rimes
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| Underwater rimes
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| Underwater rimes
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| I tried to mix a cut from a TV blooper
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| Got pulled by a deep sea state trooper
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| Told me that I didn’t have the right to bite
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| I said, «Your wife looks just like a fat blue grouper»
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| Sittin' in my aqua blue jail cell, didn’t have my bail
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| I had to break out with the rhyme
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| Shrimp scatter on a platter, I rock like a mobster
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| Told an MC, «Yo, you look like a lobster»
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| Qualified to wreck your mind, I get busy one time
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| Like fish on a dish, you getting served with the rhyme
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| Kick the jam in the crowd if you need a fo' instance
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| Watch the people stop, they don’t want to miss this
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| I’m tweakin' your speakers and I’m makin' no sense
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| 'Cause on your turns, this record burns like incense
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| The rhymes he say have no particular order
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| The sheriff’s after me for what I did to his daughter
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| Go 'head bite his rhymes if you think that you oughtta
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| Hold your breath, M C’s, my rhyme’s underwater
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| Underwater rimes
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| Underwater rimes
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| Underwater rimes
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| Uh, 1, 2, 1, 2, check, 1, 2, 1, 2, they call me MC blowfish
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| We’re gonna do a little something like this
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| Well I’m a deep sea gangster, underwater prankster
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| Kissin' all the girl fish, dissin' all the sangsters
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| Because I blew your mind and started to rhyme
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| Doesn’t mean that we’re cool, 'cause you’ll be back next time
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| With a hook and a line, so you can hear that fryin' sound
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| I’m tellin' you I’m down
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| I’ll spin your boat around, leave suckers lost in the bay
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| You wanna play? |
| I’ll hook your line to a stingray
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| Get out of here with that boat and a stick
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| Get out of line, I’ll call my homey Moby Dick
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| I’m not thinkin' 'bout dyin', fool, stop tryin' to test me
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| People fishin' don’t catch me
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| And when you get home, sad 'cause you missed
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| Just remember MC blowfish
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| And you don’t stop, oh yeah
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| Uh oh, here comes that stupid shark again
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| I guess I better blow up |