| I’mma just go… And then we’ll figure it out from there
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| They say form follows function
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| And if you just function properly things will form themselves
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| Yeah, that’s kind of what it is
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| So on that note… America’s most
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| First off gotta send shout outs to my niggas
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| Then shout outs to my inner demon that be creepin' around my temple
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| Ready to set me off like Vivica or make me cross like a crucifix
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| Or the legs on a Buddhist sitter deep in thought
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| Thinking as deep as the sea of salt
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| And they sink in the same sea that we walk
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| Not that we Jesus, we just don’t wait until it thaws
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| But you can hold my hand like applause, pause
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| With no homophobia involved
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| Now if I would’ve said that you can hold my balls like VFW Halls
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| That would’ve been the call, but naw
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| You can’t see in ours, but we can see in yours
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| You can’t see in ours cause ours is Kingdom Hall
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| Yeah, just like that, we just let it roll, you know?
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| Yeah, and check it, check it
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| So when that pond thaws and it’s no longer Gretzky
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| That’s when we jetski
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| I gotta catch up to myself, I kind of left me
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| Are the windows still blocked up? |
| Let’s see
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| Maybe see something we couldn’t view before
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| Been in the stu all day cooking food for thought
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| Now out the soup du jour for you and yours
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| Might find sushi for your soul, we call that moving raw
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| Lions won’t cross the line
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| Cougars won’t move a paw
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| Chickens won’t cross the road
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| Dogs won’t roof at all
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| Always had flow, just added a front door, roof, and walls
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| Hotter than the fire that into which Koopa falls
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| But that’s only if you super dawg
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| Sicker than when you use your dog to do assaults
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| You can never really tell just who’s the fraud
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| Truth might still be alive like true and false
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| That’s why I never really trust unless it’s Lu endorsed
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| Sponsored by me and of course you know who enforced
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| Now that’s three mis, like you warming up your vocal chords
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| Add a fourth if your vocals hoarse
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| Like Mister Ed
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| Get out of pocket have a horse’s head in your bed
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| Now that’s what I call a good night’s rest
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| You know? |
| You know, just plays like that
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| When you just let it flow
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| When you sit back and just let it go, you know?
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| And now my vocals warm
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| Add a fifth and a sixth now I’m ready to perform
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| The Buddhist said that I am not reformed
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| If I ever be reborn I keep coming back as me
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| Well don’t forget the other five as we
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| Weave the most wanted Angelina Jolies
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| And Morgan Frees
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| Send it around the room like we smoking trees
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| But it’s no purple in the circle then there ain’t no rolling b’s
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| Just spoken words, thought provoking reeds
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| Hydro, I’m still strolling on the seeds
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| Eye low, like the lotion from the leaves
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| And to achieve it took a lot of token like Chuck E. Cheese
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| All without touching weed
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| But I’m still hungry and I’m having lunch for three
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| This is my form, now what the function be
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| And art what I draw
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| And ooh, what I say like Imogen Heap
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| Good night niggas, go to sleep
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| You know? |
| It’s like form follows function
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| And if you function properly then
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| The form will come out of it
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| And whatever it is, it
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| It just be what it is, you know? |