| Yo the year is 2002
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| It’s the end of the jiggy era
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| People on the planet Earth are tired
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| In an effort to aid a great shipment millions of bodies incarnate (GET UP!)
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| To rock mic’s
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| Complex, this hip hop alchemy
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| When I was a kid I watched Electric Company
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| Now I’m all grown living life to the bone
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| New tone, spaceship take me home
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| Back to the seventh sun the seventh one
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| When I drop patience, Kevin’s Dun
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| This eloquent macula is black enough
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| To bring a shake to Dracula
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| Uh, I’m hitting them with synonym adrenaline
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| Then I send them to the kingdom of the heavens
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| A matter of time before this rhyme
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| Infiltrates the bloodstream into the mind
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| Of a man living a life in Babylonia
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| So lonely she went to California
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| Frisco, hypno’s, get clothes
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| Crystals, take it back to the raw rap
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| (You, you blind baby. You’re blind from the fact oh yeah cause you’re
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| Watching that garbage!)
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| Ooh I love this girl
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| She’s a superstar
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| You can change the world
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| You’re a superstar
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| (Okay, here we go. First two.)
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| Yo, I got a lyrical shot aimed at the T. Dot
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| Telling me that you are, when you know that you’re not
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| Uptown, chilling at the corner store
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| Thinking, «Why the hell do I front, I’m hardcore»
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| Like Castro, master flows pass the golden links
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| Whatever you think its all old, you get it?
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| Whatever the cost I will not floss
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| Emcees act the boss they all get tossed
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| Off the plank
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| Hold the dank I don’t burn
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| I got a lot to say but really lots to learn
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| Turn, baby you’re just not concerned
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| Whatever earned, thinking of the most high earned
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| I flip with this some hit, some miss
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| Don’t get fooled by lyrical ventriloquist the twist
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| Most flee I’m Kris? |
| Najy?
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| Come back to flip rap
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| Do it to crowd make 'em clap
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| Superstar, superstar, superstar
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| (Get up! Get up! Come on!) |