| Open the kimono, too much info
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| My sick pickle dangling out the window
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| And every last tussle is now pay-to-play
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| I like to buy the world some shoes and watch it walk away
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| All the things I’ve seen are view
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| Making it next to impossible to love you
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| I feel the stares and I don’t know why
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| If you got time to kill, you got a moment to die
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| I go back down
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| I got the box
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| I get in the zone
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| Right from my box
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| I’m under the ground
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| Just like a fox
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| I go back down
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| And I got the box, I got the box, I got the box
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| But it gets you nowhere, a-yeah
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| And I just don’t care, a-yeah
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| (I'm barely under)
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| And I can’t sit still when everything is on tonight
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| I’ll be swimming in the splashdown
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| Got this whole end of the city up on lockdown
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| Black wheels, they can bring you down
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| Strap you down to the slab with the science of sound
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| I go back down
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| I got the box
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| I get in the zone
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| Right from my box
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| I’m under the ground
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| Just like a fox
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| I go back down
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| And I got the box, I got the box, I got the box, I got it
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| Two minutes push the limits of the sound
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| Just like a stereo reacharound
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| It takes fourteen double-A batteries
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| To take this party where it needs to be
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| To bring the blockas right down to their knees
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| Went to the dollar store to sow my seeds
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| And get some more batteries for the box
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| I go back down
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| I got the box
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| I get in the zone
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| Right from my box
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| I’m under the ground
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| Just like a fox
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| I go back down
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| And I got the box, I got the box
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| I go back down
 | 
| I got the box
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| I get in the zone
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| Right from my box
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| I’m under the ground
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| Just like a fox
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| I go back down
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| And I got the box, I got the box, I got the box, I got it |