| Ma big rows pretty even
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| The pair pretty row, pretty girl pretty evening
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| Pull out a flesh girl flesh ma region
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| I’m not oppressed to pledge ma allegiance
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| Even being truthful the fruit not in season
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| Guess I be seeing since seeing is believin
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| They be just brains, just brains in achievement
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| Rather not grieve then we’re in agreement
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| Calls drop, pots calling kettles
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| I don’t know what dust looks like when it settles
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| That just get ma wheels turnin all different pedals
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| Learn it in alchemy alternate metals
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| For the women and fellows
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| Earth, water, fire and wind when it bellows
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| Word is mine this is my way of saying hello
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| I don’t mind, this is my way of staying mellow
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| Bigger sizes, no expectations and surprises
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| No pitfalls, flip falls or deposits
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| Can’t cut tides with the tide when it rises
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| Different games, different stages, different courses
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| Shoppin outta bins, skeletons in the closets
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| The heart is gon' sing through the wins and the losses
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| Barely can tell the effects from the causes
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| Tell a woman just exactly what I mean
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| I’m the mothafucka of your mothafuckin dreams
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| Took a whole new meaning since just started eatin meat
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| Took a whole new meaning since just started being me
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| Giving bee to live in debris
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| I can engineer the reappearance of the bees
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| Early and often be the squashin of the beef
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| Superhuman, doing the shooting of the breeze
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| A lot of Indians but not too many chiefs
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| I mean Native Americans, so I don’t lose any sleep
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| Had to dump the ammo so I don’t lose any speed
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| It’s an uphill battle on a hill that’s pretty steep
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| Mercy’s for the weak
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| The upper hand don’t need to read it ‘fore you weep
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| Do you watch the cars or watch the lice across the street
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| Wait a minute mommy I don’t wanna go to sleep
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| Life is but a dream
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| I move about quarters like the waters of the stream
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| I’m lookin for a baby girl that tastes just like a peach
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| This city is just a multitude of alleys where I peed
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| Right now I’m curious and need security to breach
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| The 22nd century looks curious indeed
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| I think about the pheremones I’m likely to secrete
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| I think about the recources I’m likely to deplete
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| But amaraya or boletta always allowin me to cheat
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| For what I have achieved
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| But I still be tellin whoppers eating whoppers with cheese
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| Getting down and dirty on ma cheek
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| Ears be always ringin when I’m swingin from the trees
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| Sometimes I catch a whiff of all the wisdom that I seek
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| I’d be damn near fatigued from all the
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| I still haven’t forgotten no one answered when I screamed |