| My acoustic pugilistic linguistic, rap fabric
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| Is a mixture of Arabic, plug 'em in
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| Plug 'em in
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| Plug 'em in, plug 'em in
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| Come to spread it
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| The world exclusive
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| Check it
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| From the underground producers
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| Turn your face stone like Medusa
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| Slap dick on a wicked bitch
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| Or righteous ones weaken sons
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| Those who burn hurt turn nuns
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| I rekindle the flame
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| With the name Bobby
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| Make it a hobby
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| Smoke the honey dip got my throat groggy
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| You doo-doo brain dirtbag derelict dumbfuck
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| What the fuck is wrong with you dickhead?
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| Numb-nuts
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| Just because you made a song or two
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| What’s the balance due on your royalties?
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| Record companies spoil me
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| As the wiz hot oil me
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| Fuck that savage back up
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| Wu-Tang step inside the club
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| Niggas might act up
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| One potato
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| Smack you like the crossfader
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| Rap data, go back to pissy elevators
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| Escape the projects, livin' inside the skyscraper
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| Fuck that I’m takin' back the forty acres
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| With the cream of nature
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| (Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby)
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| (Huh)
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| Yo, my Eve called 1-Adam-12, I got arrested
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| First she protested
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| But on the seventh day I rested (son I always had the power!)
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| Before the Midori Sour with red cherries
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| Hereditary trait, seeking salvation like the Cranberries
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| Wrote Murder with Angela Lansbury often
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| Til' my biological clock stops and my casket falls
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| Each cell ticks like Boston basketball
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| C-arson was askin' y’all
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| Is Ras Kass the last to fall victim for wearin' no mask at all?
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| No gimmicks, just me bein' me
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| But you ain’t bendin' or offendin' me
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| 'Cause anyways Hennessy used to be a better friend to me
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| But I had to stop drinkin' so many pints (Why?)
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| 'Cuz the tendency to forget
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| It ain’t baseball, America’s favorite national pastime is white
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| Supremacy
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| Never seen a nigga granted clemency
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| My metaphors is meta-five
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| My styles go up in your raw dog little boy
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| You get fucked, like pedophiles
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| When it’s all said and done I’mma retire to an island in the Caymans
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| Enslavin' caucasians livin' off your mama’s life savings
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| I take it all in stride
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| Dennis Rodman’s laced to the side
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| This nigga glide, like Clyde
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| My hands was tied
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| Silent cries screamed genocide
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| When two-thirds of the planet died in the end
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| The end justifies the means
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| The end is power
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| (Power) Power corrupts -- absolute power corrupts absolutely
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| Young black man, let us begin (2X) |