| MC’s approach me hungry, I proceed to feed em anal snacks
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| Walkin around town with a sign that says 'The Brain is back'
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| My brain is packed with frames of accurate detail
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| I’d rather hug a tree than fuck around with an e-mail
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| I don’t need a computer monitor
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| I’d rather walk a few kilometers
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| And conjure a plan to confuse astronomers
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| Losin the logical, brusin the gossiper, foolin philosophers
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| Cooler than icicles, usin a bicycle for daily transport
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| Dictionary all up in the Jansport
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| Rhymes I write fly in the night sky usin a hand torch
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| Walk up in a ciph with a knife, spoon and fork
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| Read depictions, receive evictions from the landlord
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| (I) stand (for) hip (-hop's) progress
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| Yes is the answer, the question is a dancer
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| The mind is linoleum, I structure choreography
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| My aural compositions win awards for cinematography
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| Steven Spielberg clapped, I even peeled herb’s caps with waterguns
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| They haven’t found the planet that the author’s from
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| Dwarfin em at orpheums and vexin em with requiems
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| Ace em in gymnasiums, stadiums and palladiums
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| Yeah, this one goes out to MC Faggot, DJ Nazi Caligula
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| Black Sabbath and everybody that drinks soy milk across the country
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| Y’all know the time and Edan is the fuck up outta here |