| The extra thought that count
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| Coming from Rocky Mount
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| Spaulding basketballs come out the sky
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| Which they bounce
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| The extra thought that count
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| That come from Rocky Mount
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| Spaulding basketballs come out the sky
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| Which they bounce
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| Spirit of the golden Palestinian Indian
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| The formula’s cold, you simian
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| I came from Peru on a choo-choo
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| To train to bring the goo coo-coo
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| Sit down and make it do what it do
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| To me, too many too many too many too many
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| Businessmen trying to be GQ
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| That’s not the case
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| I spit on the main floor
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| They rap on B2
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| I’m all around
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| Translated the vocab
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| Coming male and Hebrew
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| Anything is possible
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| Maybe a couple of mil from the Paris government
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| Might make this a new world event
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| When other groups come and leave like Tastycakes
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| The flavor will still be there
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| Rhyme «soda» with «China»
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| Spitting phrases
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| You know I got two pair
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| Spaulding basketballs make no sound in the forest
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| I’m solo, around no crowd
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| No support
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| Where they claim they really heard my sound?
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| Illuminati cause I know them
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| Started off as one chosen deity’s affection
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| I throw them 'bows to stomp em
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| I load them clips and pop one
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| The Yahtzi pee-pee
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| Dick in the bitches' butts
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| Still in the crates, but the bitches bring more bucks
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| I’m a pimp; |
| bitch, where my cut?
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| Cuevo and champagne spilling out my cup
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| Walk with a strut; |
| will ball, don’t give a fuck
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| Handle the ball with a Iverson’s touch
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| George that smush, still put em in a push
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| Spin the ball and ring the clutch |