| I march with my headphones on
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| and keep a smile on my face like the first emotion while you’re mowing
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| your lawn
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| I’m flippin' poems that keep de la’s eyes
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| blood shot and wide open til the break a dawn (a 1 2)
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| sometimes I’ve got to wonder if this body is mine
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| all I do is write songs, stay on the grind
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| when I was young I thought that I would be an astronaut
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| but now I speak in riddles and the people clap a lot
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| the rabid fox of rapping is back
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| while your stuck like a fly on flypaper, can you handle that?
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| I know you need to get your crew laced
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| but step to me or Muad’dib and we will squeeze you like some toothpaste.
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| You squeeze me like a teddy bear thanks for the hug
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| Don’t sound hardcore saying gimme the love
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| You’re pulling me out to the very end of my wits
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| but I keep on holding tight like a vice grips, like this
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| See, we march to the beats of a different funky drummer 'cuz nobody
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| else can match the dance steps
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| When the parade hits your face from the stage, quit your talking like
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| you sat and drank a six pack of canned strep
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| Let the learning curve mimic the surface pf the earth so you never
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| really know until you’re under it
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| Time’s over, pencil down, this ain’t no make-up exam
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| Grab my trusty red pen and get to plundering, hungering
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| Succinct with instincts extinct to your upbringing
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| Stinging tongue slinging’s fucked up like upchuck flinging
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| Dispatch potatomato molasses hash at averageness
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| Stand rigid with frigid digits to cast kelvin degree scale damages
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| Damn vicious, isn’t it
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| Creeps into your bones, it’s so cold
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| Come stand with it
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| Man, misses, or young scamp in tan britches
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| To dance with this is to plant a madman’s frantic, frivolous,
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| expanding, random, dancing images into your visual cortex for
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| enhancement and ammunition
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| Peak preternatural precision
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| Known to throw colorful globes that explode like Fantavision
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| You should do your homework, You need to learn a lesson
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| Just look inside my eyes and see what you can find
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| I can help you find your worth, no need for second guessin'
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| Just look inside my eyes and see what you can find
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| Your moving too fast kid, you’re losing your control
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| Just look inside my eyes and see what you can find
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| If you want to do it right, you have to bear your soul
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| Just look inside my eyes and see what you can find
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| We march like the intro to your pep rally
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| bring in the band,
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| watch 'em stand up scream and clap hands
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| Our crowd stays up, it don’t need a kick stand
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| you couldn’t fill the void if you was the gap band
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| sound like crap man, so I’ll chill and wait a second
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| No, I’ll wait a first. |
| Seconds yours its worse
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| curse me if you hate me but embrace me when I get down
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| Your style is thrown together like a shantytown
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| how does that sound? |
| like garbage
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| the newscast will tell the viewers just to turn away rather than face
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| the carnage.
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| back to garbage if you talk trash here’s the end result
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| make like orange juice, you get beaten to a pulp.
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| I wonder if you can stomach this, lets get it cleared up
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| I’ll admit you’ve got a look but its a fuckin' weird touch
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| You should take up drinking cause your whole career sucks
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| Winnie the Poo and Tigger both had beer guts. |
| Guess what? |