| Oh, oh you ain’t, you ain’t know you was gonna see me?
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| Shit, I’m the Sun Ra of this shit
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| You gotta go
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| Hide out, whatever keep low
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| (Look at them dudes, they some scaredy cats)
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| You gotta run
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| Get back to momma’s gun, whoah
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| (Don't just stand there; you better point that)
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| When my blood boils, I gotta watch the pot
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| Thinking inside the box
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| Monkey see, monkey do
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| Barrel and pop
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| Bannana brain baboon lives
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| Bamboo shoes, barbed wire barricades
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| In the belly of the beast
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| We’ll hold the booth
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| Nose twitch, hair stand up
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| Teeth grit, and what?
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| You in a cage with lions
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| Tigers, dragons, and panthers
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| A vibrant wave
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| We’re riding Poseidon’s trident
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| Incites the wizardess
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| Blowing the whistle
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| Off the man who was kettle
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| Sensible bliss
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| The violent ventriloquist
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| Ventricle raw
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| If I vick your jaw
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| Then my fist is paws
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| All this because
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| You wanna see animals manifest
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| When I rest on planet stress
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| Instead of clapping the toes
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| I keep gravity close, so
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| Alright
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| Give me the key to the city
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| I get 'em good
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| I got a gold nameplate
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| That says «I wish you would,»
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| You should turn around
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| Matter fact
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| You should change your nouns
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| How’s your ego look?
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| It’s so underground
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| Right-handed I’m on the mound
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| In rap life, I’m ten feet
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| And a thousand pounds
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| You shouldn’t clash the sound
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| I’ll drop a bucket of raps
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| That will make you drown
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| That’s why I never gave a pound
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| If I gotta chase you
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| I’ll let loose the hounds
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| You won’t have no worries
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| When you’re underground
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| I’m a Buddhist
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| You can have nirvana now
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| In this house of cards
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| You’re gonna breathe too hard, bring it down
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| Don’t you ever in your life
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| Test the gods
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| I will huff and puff
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| On your house of cards
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| You think this is a game?
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| It’s more like the moment
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| Before «Cuckoo» is your name
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| You gotta go
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| Hide out, whatever dude
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| You can’t breathe so hard
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| At this altitude
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| You know we spaz out and go Citizen Kane
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| You Dorothy and Lois Lane in a hurricane
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| Sharkey, Walz, & Vast
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| We in the machine
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| You should get them car keys
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| Out them denims and speed, cause |