| I’m a rapper that tried desperately for a hit
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| The devil took a piece of it
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| Just for some
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| So holy shit
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| Into abandonment style
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| Unbearable counterfeit
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| Shit I go pop
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| Made mad different stuff non-stop
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| Always a flop
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| Cause it’s straight from the bottom
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| Of the mountain’s peak
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| With the sun
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| And the snow where the goats go
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| My goal to gaze in the
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| And it’s tripped out though
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| The non-rap break to the top
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| To the top of the chart
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| They control the whole art
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| But it’s cool
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| I’m going pop like bubblegum drop
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| Young dumb fox
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| Cat in a box
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| Before we get
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| Straight fake rate
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| Like cubs downtown
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| Ticker tape fete
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| Rule on which we all base
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| Mad taste, real cheesy
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| But be the extra creamy
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| Stone cold
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| the middle of the globe
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| I watch the solar
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| I watch the sea roll
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| Chill like ultimate style
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| Ice cream castle
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| Wonderwoman yellow truth
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| Cause it’s a hastle
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| Pop tunes at the battle
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| The biggest thing was
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| They need a baby rattle
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| Cause it’s the same dude
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| Who abuse that
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| Ultimate body blow
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| The chicks at the bar that dig yo
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| Hang with the cooks
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| Brand guns and shoot
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| Love things that bling
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| They forgot the sun still pull us
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| for the love of Buddha
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| Dave
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| Rap parthenon congruent
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| Divine things, we blew it
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| So pop we shall go
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| Hip-hop jingles
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| And processed like chips
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| Double dip chocolate in a cup
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| Dude throw up
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| By the ultimate body blow struck
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| I had the worst luck
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| That’s enough hush
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| Must I rush?
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| Float like a blimp
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| Or empty lilypad
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| The Serengeti
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| But is that tight
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| Just wait a second dawg
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| Just wait a second on that whole rap catalogue
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| But what what what?
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| Keep it going tighter and fresh
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| We’re getting more than the rest
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| Uh huh, yeah, uh huh
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| The holiday
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| But is that tight
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| Wait let me think, don’t blink
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| My black ink turn grey pink
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| It’s hijinks
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| Bring the pain
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| Bring the ruckus
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| Permanently trapped on that
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| Said I’ll forever speak
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| One way or another
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| It’s sorta like a mark
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| If anybody paid attention
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| And that’s the trick to make a decent song
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| Last long and that’s the hardest thing to do
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| At least it’s fun to attempt
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| And let’s say if it hit
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| And eating jumbo shrimp
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| On a boat by the lake
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| In a smoking coat, but doing coke
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| With a chick you see in
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| Designer bags
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| And her friends
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| And wine glass
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| And my friends
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| And execs in a suit
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| On a lake
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| Waves make the boat shake
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| In the summer, say in June
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| Say the moon shines as bright as the sun
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| Plus the stars
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| And your song three minutes
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| Twelve seconds long |