| Sand to the rescue, hipper than ha-choo then bless you
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| I be in the lab dude, my respect due I should get a tattoo
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| With a test tube
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| Monkey that’s a baboon
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| That’s my nephew, funkier than the bathroom
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| That’s the restroom
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| Way more than the back room
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| With the guess whos
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| I’ll be on the avenue making chess moves
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| Don’t be gettin' fretful, at times I get forgetful, reppin' for the fresh few,
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| whippin' up fresh food
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| Beard like Moses
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| Kick it with the opposition to the posers
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| Planes be going 'neeeow' passing over each and every foe, wake up and smell the
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| Folgers
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| I don’t wanna hear how it won’t work, that just means the whole earth hasn’t
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| done their homework
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| Early on I veered, then I soul-searched, dug deep like a gopher,
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| figured I should go first, reason why I don’t curse, reason why I’m sober,
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| reason I feel younger, even though I’m older
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| Open your eyes and keep them on me
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| The Carpenter
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| Shot gunning for the leg room
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| End all of my fortune cookies «in the bedroom»
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| Type of cat that always
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| Repping in the rec room
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| Paparazzi Boy Sand
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| Rampant in they red room
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| As soon as I check one
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| ‘Fore I even check two
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| You ain’t gotta say it once
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| Everybody guess who
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| I be puttin' checks up
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| Even when the rent’s due
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| Ain’t nobody next up
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| Ain’t nobody next to
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| Moment that I enter
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| Recognize the emperor
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| So I be getting' extra
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| Places like Bethesda
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| People see the homeboy, and they be like oh snap
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| And they be like oh boy
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| Shout to Japanese Cats
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| Chilling, watching Oldboy
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| People in New Orleans
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| Chilling eating po’boys
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| Just because I’m pro-life
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| Don’t mean I ain’t pro-choice
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| Reading Dostoevsky don’t mean I read Tolstoy
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| Used to be had no voice
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| You can see that’s null and void
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| Nas is like «I Am» I’mma be like «Yo Soy»
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| Now I’m making big noise
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| Playing with the big boys
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| I don’t mean the Big Noids
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| B, I mean the Sig Freuds
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| The sun gon' rise, open your eyes and keep em on me
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| The sun gon' rise, open your eyes and keep em on me
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| The sun gon' rise open your eyes they keep up on me
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| Indeed, Ben Boogz, and Deep, and homey
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| The Carpenter
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| I’m never gonna slow, I’m never gonna stall
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| I’m never gonna cease, I’m never gonna cheat
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| I’m never gonna cheapen, never gonna eat
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| I’m never gonna sleep, I’m never gonna sell out
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| Never gonna lease
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| More than ever in the streets
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| I’m never gonna leave, cats claim that they believe
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| Then never take a leap, you won’t never be relieved
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| You don’t never take a leak, My level is elite
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| Times in another league
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| Times the anomoly
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| Warn the diabolique
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| Cast blabber on the mic, cats gather on the right
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| I’d rather make a left, I ain’t frightened of the lights
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| I ain’t tryin to be polite, I’m fighting for my life
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| I’m fighting to the death, I’m down to pay the price
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| Ain’t no roll of the dice
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| Only one way to dive in, take it to the depths, don’t mind if money’s tight
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| I’m done with wearing ties
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| I’m running out of time, not running out of breath
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| Next thing you know presto, I’m all up in the press, oh yeah you wanna bet
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| Make sure to stay abreast
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| The carpenter |