| Echo chamber, let go danger
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| Steatopygia, they had no idea
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| I’m the nicest since Dionysus
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| The second well-paid, all of a sudden self-made
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| Rugged interdependence:
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| Lovers stand at the entrance, arms folded
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| Would it be blasphemy to ask you to shake that ass for me? |
| Ayurvedic medicine,
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| the flyer way to better skin
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| Five fingers divided can’t even high five
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| Five fingers together can keep them all alive
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| But Mr. Fisticuffs didn’t get dissed enough
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| We gotta listen to criticism—a slap on the wrist isn’t a bluff
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| There’s always room for humility, see
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| I got inhuman skills for you still to see
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| There’s perfect settings all around
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| Tightropes pulled together make for solid ground
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| Double up on math and gym to graduate sooner
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| I wish someone had told me that before I was a Junior
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| They should call it L’apostrophe
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| It’s the capital of apple sauce and white wine
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| I saw a light shine, it was a beacon from the Keystone Pipeline
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| So then I got lost or maybe dropped off
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| It’s all a haze in the days since it popped off
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| My soul waves from the graves of the Choctaw, they always call The old phase
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| wanna run toward baseball
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| The new brains weren’t certain yesterday is gone 'cause the time that we were
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| slaves isn’t way off
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| I won’t play golf, I won’t pray to the sky and take days off
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| I won’t wait to decide
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| I won’t sway to the side like my uncle that died of AIDS from putting needles
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| in his veins raw
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| I like to hang around people with the same flaws in a roller coaster made out
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| of chainsaws
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| Busta was right ‘cause everything remained raw
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| Hey ya, got you all in check like a small insect
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| A veteran in rhetoric can pass a strange law
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| «Declined to indict» reminds me I’m «white»
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| Euphemism infuse a schism in truth and wisdom
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| «Decline to indict,» a new euphemism taken to filthy heights
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| Come Michael play in the milky night
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| How wrong can we say stuff and still be right?
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| Like «organic evaporated cane juice»
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| Your brain boost is my main use
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| With each heartbeat repeated and fart meat excreted
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| I spark offense against the dark arts' heat, neat!
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| Hindsight’s a divine right
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| So be untrue to yourself and think your forethought through
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| Acknowledge we’re all brainwashed and you’re not you |