| Well, in the morning when you wake up
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| The sun hits your face
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| The night left a trace
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| The funk hits the bass
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| That the words get erratic
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| Flip like acrobatics
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| It’s all done and good
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| So there never is no static
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| People come along
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| Cause unity is strong
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| Level on the treble
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| So the mentals go beyond
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| And we rest, budda blessed
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| Building up the zest
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| Guided by the map
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| That leads us to the x
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| Cause the x marks the spot
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| And we know what we got
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| Sculptures of our culture
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| With the hips and the hops
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| And a twist, not a fist
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| Cause ignorance is bliss
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| Sweetness is a kiss
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| So the evil snake hissed
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| And it goes down the line
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| This world of our design
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| It’s all on a platter
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| And it travels back in time
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| Like the Adams and the Eves
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| Eatin' from the trees
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| Tempted in sin
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| So now we pay the fees
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| Like the birds and the bees
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| Tell me what you need
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| Cause, yo, you in control
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| When you’re maxin clockin z’s
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| CHORUS
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| Maxin' clockin' z’s
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| Just maxin' clockin' z’s
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| The rhythm is the path
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| So I kick it for the mass
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| Come take a daydream
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| With a man you never seen
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| And although you do not know
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| Listen to my flow
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| Cause through the microphone
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| I’ll be lettin' out soul
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| And the roots are sort of deep
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| Deeper then the norm
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| All that sucka duck jive
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| Don’t fly with my tribe
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| Clock a z
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| Mister man, who you wanna be
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| If it’s light you wanna see
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| Then you better follow me
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| In my dreams
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| My band be livin' like sunbeams
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| Sheddin' crazy light
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| For the blacks and the whites
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| If it’s clear, it’s cool
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| My rhythms are the tool
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| My reason is the key
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| Everybody follow me
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| CHORUS
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| Maxin' clockin' z’s
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| Just maxin' clockin' z’s |