| Verse 1: dinco d They got my brother locked down in connecticut.
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| Confederate «d we can better it.
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| But yo, Im illiterate to the little bits.
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| Until the fat pigs billys bent philly.
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| Scent when way I went rent make
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| Me think dip dy dip to the socialize
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| Of americal not america mer
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| Medler rich peddler «hold up Which ways up whatever high
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| Heather by bush push push push in The bush mop drop the pains.
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| In ink a document approximate
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| Its a quarter to cut throat headless
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| Hole bedless tall I figure factor.
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| Crack the smack police man better be Strap step step yep its a hit hit.
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| Run run, ha hon its another fathers
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| Saw son from behind caught up in time. |
| but my mind and his mind make all
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| Mind equal, but its a daily reminder.
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| Verse 2: busta rhymes
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| Escape from the killer tree, yes.
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| Everybody run and come follow me.
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| Sit back as I reach, and I come and attack.
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| Other forces trying to reveal my other
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| Sources, following my courses.
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| Fiding on the back of horse.
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| Trilly, trally, I dilly, dally my way.
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| Through the alley.
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| Remember that we will wreck from the east
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| All the way to cali.
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| To those that are hungry, come get a Taste of this sound,
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| Hey people you know that were
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| Gonna get on down.
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| This is your daily reminder, so Remember as we move right to the center,
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| You know we gonna be your number one
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| Contender.
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| As I capture through the rapture.
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| Subliminally undercover, yes my dome is Chrome on the front of my album cover.
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| As I mention, people follow the ways of imperfection,
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| Float like suspension, oozing out of a pimple like infection.
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| Hip-hop resurrection, at the drop of a quarter,
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| Drop another rhyme with a new order.
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| Come follow me, come follow me man,
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| Doing everything that I can so we could live a little better
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| If we only could remember.
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| As we find the original 3-ring binder
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| Rewinder the time back to the original daily reminder.
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| Verse 3: charlie brown
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| May I say the rythm will flow and then
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| You will know thats its ok. |
| im rippin
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| And rhymin yes never the less everyday
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| Hysterical lyrical miracle l.o.ns., l.o.n.s.
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| Yes, yes, yall yall. |
| yes yes, yall yall.
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| The boogie tie brown, the boogie tie brown,
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| My manifestation hits. |
| the monitor milo always on the mix.
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| The capitalistic unrealistic move with tie.
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| Pitch in style step with tie rep and rec.
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| Flip to the vibe I bet girls river
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| Wet quiver yet dont sweat. |
| of course
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| To the source just move with the force.
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| Oof course across what do you know
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| People they got feeling p! |
| ros jos! |
| froze
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| 1−1 2−2 3−3 4−4 coming stunning. |
| 1 and million plus
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| Were raw wanna make em live side to the side is doom and
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| Therell be no more games like keepers or finders youre
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| Taking off your binders cause its a daily reminder.
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| Day in. day out. |
| (out)
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| Day in. day out. |
| (out)
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| Day in. day out. |
| (out)
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| Day in. day out. |
| (out) |