| I am, I am, I am
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| I am, I am, I am
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| I am, I am, I am
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| I am, I am, I am
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| (Dolio the Sleuth)
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| I’m a fire-breathing thunderclap, slip and end up vaporized
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| The silver lining of this cloud is something that’s electrified
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| Strike and leave you petrified, sharp enough to catch the eye
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| Can’t deny the Flavor with these rhymes up in ya face cause I’m
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| I’m a six-foot, axe-wielding, lumberjack to chop a tree
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| Pay attention to the words you say, whenever you talk to me
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| Cool calm collected, cause the fir isn’t what you see
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| Unless you give it fuel nough to burn you up properly
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| I am What I am, I’ma be what I’ma be
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| The realization of my ancestors every wildest dream
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| Boiling kettle full of steam, high powered laser beam
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| Wanna find out what it means, then catch it when I split ya bean
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| Kick it mean wicked team break it on down when i hit the scene
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| Flip this thing get this green nickel-slick and crispy clean
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| Spit this thing, shine it on up for the silky sheen
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| Heavyweight bang when I tip that beam ain’t no in between, Naimean?
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| The way I look
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| The clothes I wear
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| The way I talk, the way I walk
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| The way I do my hair
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| You see me in the street
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| Don’t know why I’m here
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| I don’t owe you any explanation
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| But let me make one thing clear |