| It was only three weeks later
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| It was only three weeks later
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| I was at the park, just doing my thing
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| I was on the slide, she was on the swing
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| Looking at the squirrels, playing by the bush
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| She was slowing down, I gave her a push
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| We started to talk, we started to laugh
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| Took her on a date, I brought her to the lab
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| Conversation good, her body had me shook
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| She told me she sings, I put her on a hook
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| Man, if we were young, I would take her to the prom
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| It was getting deep, I let her meet my mom
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| I let her meet my dad, I let her meet my dog
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| Hanging every single day, man, we did it all
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| Just two people living life, going everywhere
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| My homeboys teasing but I didn’t care
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| We were free, we were happy, no drama, no fussin'
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| Lovin' the vibe and real spiritual discussions
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| Can’t explain her ways with any one phrase
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| Feels like a year, it’s only been twenty-one days
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| Anytime I needed her around, she would come
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| I’m laying in my bed, thinking she could be the one, I’m
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| Spending all my time with this new lady I knew
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| We might run away together, have a baby or two
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| I was just about to run my fingers right through her hair
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| And then I…
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| Hold up, wait
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| Is that my bike over there?
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| I took off running and left the lady still sitting down
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| Thinking this is my only shot of my bike gettin' found
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| The individual who had it was right across the street, parked at a food truck
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| about to get something to eat and I’m like ‘heck no'
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| Time to make him give me my respect, bro
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| And if he flex, I’ma switch him over to the necro
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| All this time, I’ve been upset, catching the metro
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| So this is one of those situations I couldn’t let go
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| The guy saw me and it scared him half to death
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| Didn’t even take the food that he had ordered, he just left
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| Obviously couldn’t catch him so I stood, looking silly
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| As he rolled off, laughing at me, poppin' a wheelie
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| Like ‘Wow, what do I do now?' |
| I guess it seems
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| That I’m gonna have to reacquire it through other means
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| And oh yeah, it’s another point that should be brought to light
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| There’s a couple things that I didn’t tell you ‘bout this bike
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| It was souped up secretly in a lab beneath us
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| Equipped with newly installed technological features
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| The 's complete with a forcefield around the chair
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| Three hundred miles an hour max speed, ground to air
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| The tires couldn’t be penetrated with spikes or razors
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| The handlebars converted to weapons that shot lasers
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| An impressive lethal specimen disguised as a relic
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| And it used nitrocellulose rocket fuel to propel it
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| I wondered if he knew what this bike was capable of
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| At that moment, I saw him again, hovering above
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| Yeah he knows, but how could he have ever figured that?
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| Never mind, all I wanna do right now is get it back
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| Started searching, covering little ground ‘cause I was walking
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| Everywhere I went I saw all the havoc that he was causing
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| Destroying property, robbin', terrorizing the people
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| Using his super bike for the emphasizing of evil
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| So now, it’s time to resort to a different method
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| To send a message that his efforts would be intercepted
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| His step was smooth, this machine was incomparable
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| But he never knew about the duplicates, see there were two
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| When the first one was built, the manufacturer hastened
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| To make a second version of it just for this occasion
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| In the event that it’s stolen after I receive it
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| The second one would be activated to go and retrieve it
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| I traveled to the underground cave, knowin' it’s risky
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| The builder of the bike was at least a hundred and sixty
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| The crazy part is that he still looked healthy and young
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| He pulled a sword on me and shouted, «What have you done?
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| Fool, you were the only person who knew what was possessed in this
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| So letting it get taken was stupid, reckless and negligent»
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| I said, «Yes I been wrestling ever since questioning whether to step again into
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| your presence and tell you, Your Excellenc-y»
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| But to him, none of this was a secret though
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| He already knew that this had happened three weeks ago
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| After scolding me for eight hours, covering facts
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| He gave me the second bike and said, «Bring the other one back» |
| I said, «Yes sir, but first can we get something established?»
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| He just mushed my face and said not to return until you have it
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| The instructions were enclosed in a pill that gave clarity
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| Soon as you swallow it, you’ll know its functions automatically
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| The cave’s ceiling he didn’t remove it
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| The advanced jet propulsion unit rocketed me straight through it
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| An astrophysics mechanism in its power source carried me straight to it through
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| a magnetic force
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| In the original model, a chip case was placed
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| So in minutes, me and the criminal stood face to face
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| The war started, instantly missiles flying around
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| We were in the sky, thousands of feet above the ground
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| He flew behind a cloud, barely escaping my gamma
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| I saw his image form on a thermographic camera
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| A stealth device on my bike was
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| He pressed a button on his handlebars, releasing a net
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| He started to pull me in with a ray but I it
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| My bike generated heat elements and dissolved it
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| I calculated and planned a strategy then looked around
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| Deactivated his antigravity then took him down
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| He deactivated mine at the same time maybe
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| But a parachute released and I floated down safely
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| Unfortunately for him, he died on impact but
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| Magically, although the bike crashed, it was intact, in fact
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| I got a chance to look at his face some more
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| And discovered it wasn’t even the guy from the store
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| ‘cause he walked up explaining that there had been a deception
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| Told me the guy had taken the bike soon as I left him
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| And kept him in a state of non-cognitive cerebrum
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| Once I beat him, the spell broke and automatically freed him
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| Now staring at the face of the one who tried to deceive me
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| If I tell you who it was, you wouldn’t even believe me
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| But I know what you’re thinking, but nah, it ain’t him, or is it? |