| One, two
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Check, check
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| Check it out
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| This is it
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| «What? |
| Who? |
| When? |
| Why? |
| Where? |
| How?»
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| I don’t see Luchini falling from the sky right now
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| Guess we better get up off it
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| Skip a try right now
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| Just do it, strap on some checks and swoosh through it
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| You wanna be next well then step if that shoe fit
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| Ain’t no time or place to waste is you stupid?
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| You either get brand new or get used to it
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| Protect your neck or connect a noose to it
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| I’m telling you ain’t no use asking
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| Might as well face it no need for masking
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| The play’s the thing
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| All the worlds a stage, so why bother actin' as if it can’t happen
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| Cause ain’t shit changed since that first refrain
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| Everybody’s still rappin'
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| But can’t nobody flow
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| And even if they Nicer than you, be like «so?»
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| The scarier the merrier man, so lets go!
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| Break out the fun razor
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| Cut through all the bullshit
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| Pull it out of your pocket
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| Put it in the air
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| I’m Indie indeed like Indiana Jones in
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| The Andes mixing India Aire with Bob Marley
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| All’s irie
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| Feeling good, feeling great
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| Opposite of irate dude, gnarly
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| Pic beats to ride like Harley
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| Fat like the late Chris Farley
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| Grows with hip hop like
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| Hops goes with wheat and barley
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| Sicker than beer before liquor or should I say Bacardi
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| To be specific, I’m too proud to beg, but
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| Too broke for bed
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| I bend but don’t break
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| I do break for stops but don’t stop for long
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| I long for more props quietly head strong
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| Honestly not so much for ego and gas
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| But gas does make the car go
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| My precious cargo need me to set sail and blaze trails but
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| Quicker than some escargot, so yeah
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| «Cmon Baby Dance, dance dance.»
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| Break out the fun razor
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| Cut through the bullshit
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| But to be frank I might need a laser
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| Could use a hammer to hammer them down
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| Instead we use grammar and pass that around
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| Because we aspire just to catch fire
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| So we perspire, through our attire
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| Until we retire no time to be tired
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| To say straits are dire don’t make you no liar
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| Perhaps a pariah but what you gon do?
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| You gots to be you like I gots to be real
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| I roll out the tire to kick and swing through
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| So lets make a deal
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| If you feel like I feel… |