| Oh, y’all wanna hear me kick some bars, huh?
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| All right then, wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-what?
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| Karate Kid Solo up in this
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| Yo, yo
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| Yo, this that monkey magic, that rabbit out the hat-trick
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| Adit made another classic, we put the signal in the sky
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| They going fucking batshit, these rappers all up in my ear
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| Goddamn, enough with that shit, could you be trying any harder?
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| We some party starters, y’all some party poopers spreading rumours
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| While we pouring liquor out like R.I.P (We hardly knew ya)
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| And after the after party I’m passing out in the lobby
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| Havin' an out of body, telling Gary I’m sorry
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| Then I’m spewing out the van, yeah, I call that shit a drive-by
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| Then I’m saying night night, rewind for the highlights
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| One Dayers, Triple One
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| This ain’t nothing, do this shit for fun
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| 10 years in the game and feeling like I just begun
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| Autumn, winter to the spring and the summer’s ours
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| 'Cause we spittin' flames, swingin' from the monkey bars
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| We just pull the strings, y’all know who the puppets are
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| Beats banging, got ‘em hangin' off the monkey bars
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| Fuck the fame, fast women and the money, cars
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| Yeah, hands up in the air, swingin' from the monkey bars
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| Wanna pass the test? |
| Then you better study hard
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| Catch us after class swinging from the monkey bars
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| Heads up for the mayhem
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| Hear the crowd saying amen
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| Hands out for the payment
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| Pour it up and never say when
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| Levitate till the morning
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| Dreaming big, living lawless
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| Wish that I could say I’m sorry
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| Remedy ain’t make me calm yet
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| Rabada boom
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| They checking out my faction, want action up with my crew
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| They freshin' out my jacket, and backin' up on my shoes
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| They spinning us on fractions, I’m talking bout ones and twos
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| Head snappin', pop crackin, T.O. |
| not lacking, I’m rapping
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| Racking packets, can’t stop the top of the ones
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| Monkey bar I swing it so swiftly, turn this chopper to dust, and I feel alone
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| I run it up, fuck it up, too champ
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| You turn to dust like a toucan, fuck what I said, crackin a brew and I’m too
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| canned, ohh
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| Hit the floor, I’m off Whitney, close the door, we got 16
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| Bars and I wouldn’t wanna run it up unless you calm and ready with it raw as
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| fuck
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| Shut the mall, I’m on Pitt street, off my face at a strip tease
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| Me with a penny and a sippy cup, I hit jaw round the heady with a fisticuff
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| Clean sheet, my habits are knee deep
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| We rapping you rabbits around the back of a pole
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| Snapping packets on the Sabbath need my gamma control
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| See that shine up off that Chevy turn them diamonds to gold
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| And gold to bass
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| The bass hits, kids are going ape shit
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| Hanging from the bars till I need a fucking face lift, face it
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| Solo in the city rocking writtens like it’s Cambridge
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| No more fucking with me got the rhythm like it’s basic, uh
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| Autumn, winter to the spring and the summer’s ours
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| 'Cause we spittin' flames, swingin' from the monkey bars
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| We just pull the strings, y’all know who the puppets are
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| Beats banging, got ‘em hangin' off the monkey bars
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| Fuck the fame, fast women and the money, cars
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| Yeah, hands up in the air, swingin' from the monkey bars
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| Wanna pass the test? |
| Then you better study hard
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| Catch us after class swinging from the monkey bars
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| Saw dull skies from the sun on mars
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| Mind fell through, it’s not easy urgh
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| Feel the sun on my little heart
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| Swing my way on the monkey bars
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| Catch me swinging from the bars
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| Prolly swigging from a flask
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| I might end up in a cast, here we go again
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| Spitting over the sitars
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| We been practicing the arts
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| So don’t ask, 'cause you know it’s Horrorshow again |