| Keep smiling, stay styling
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| Stay gold, not even cold
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| Hot enough to melt the mould
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| It’s ultra fresh
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| Sharp as British bayonets
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| We don’t need no nets
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| Just come correct
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| It’s real honest
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| Straight up I promise
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| I’m astonished
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| Asteroids and frozen comets
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| It’s not garnished
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| Rap sizzle, go for the gusto
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| Don’t let go, what you think?
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| The brink is our decision to motivate
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| Like I was chilling in my skivvies
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| The boys are back in town like Thin Lizzy
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| Who the hell is he?
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| Apache gunman, desperado
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| Are you mulato?
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| A foot on the throttle
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| Come home and hit the bottle
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| Like yeah, this is good
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| This is how it really should be
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| Kiss who you wish
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| Think about how much fun and excitement
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| It’s gonna be, it’s like go nuts
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| What, no time to be
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| Door shut, it’s okay, that’s enough
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| And here’s a
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| Ride your magic thing to the moon
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| Consume the stars
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| Evaporate the
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| Cause you got it, you owe it to yourself
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| You owe it to us
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| So let’s go nuts, let’s go crazy
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| You owe it to me
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| You owe it to yourself
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| You owe it to us
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| You owe it to yourself
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| You owe it to us
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| Circle by the fence like us
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| Free to roam
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| But locked in our brains
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| It’s such a shame
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| The smartest animals should be on higher plains
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| Instead we only play games and deal with guns
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| Especially as Buddhist Americans
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| Fake rap, pass that
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| Let me hit that
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| Let me do my thing with a broken wing
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| Cause we all sing, we all tell rhyme
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| We all in our prime
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| We all part of design
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| This is hip-hop
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| States, just in case
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| For Pete’s sake, the great lakes
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| The stargates to the moon
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| To the roof like straight
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| Cantaloupe,, the iron suit
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| Until it fold, don’t fit the mould
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| Until it’s go, totem pole, the black hole
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| We all spin, hold me down again, bla bla
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| We’re the author, where the style
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| Wow to the now, my file, my raps and these tracks
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| Samples and hi-hats, like that
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| Wrap around, turn and twist, how about a kiss?
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| This is great, this is trouble, this is subtle
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| This is, it’s all three, just us
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| It’s just us, it’s just us, it’s just us
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| We are free, it’s just us
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| Circle by the fence like us
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| Free to roam
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| But locked in our brains
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| It’s such a shame
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| The smartest animals should be on higher plains
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| Instead we only play games and deal with guns
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| Especially as Buddhist Americans |