| Theodore Aloysius Huxtable
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| Deleted the drums, so as we have begun
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| The content is raw enough to take the beat where you want
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| Amen to the speakers and the piece in the trunk
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| Understand both sides, shit I’m even from jump
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| Never blamed, I just leveled the lane
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| And took whatever remains
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| To push whatever you need to be done
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| Made 'em rep for where they wouldn’t ever seem to be from
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| Let 'em play the car in back like a seat in the front
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| I saw it all with a Theo glare
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| Wrote my keynote here
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| In Dyslexic, reverse how I see those there
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| Cause for us, loud money couldn’t be more clear
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| Chest poking, I mean we only repo scared
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| No backsies
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| Know what it took us to get to have these
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| Die before we give that time back, exactly
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| Rap be, sort of my way of becoming Clifford
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| And if he was still alive, my biggest fan would be Ennis
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| 10 Stigwood living, tickets to Dance Mania
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| They hired working a textbook, fan framing us
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| Gee and Maxine Kirkwood to campaign with us
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| And Lana Herman, both of 'em sorta perfect
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| Became the kid with the vision that started blurring
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| And everyone around him and wit him was Carter working
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| So now I’m trying to feel my way around
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| In corner stores asking how it feel to take the crown
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| I was feeling weighted down and didn’t know
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| Same gray bottoms started giving a bigger glow
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| I ain’t ask for it, baby, I was just penning, yo
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| And saw a little room and was hoping to get a go
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| Look what we have here
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| Look how it turnt out
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| Never saw it coming, I was just 'bout to turn 'round
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| Leave it up to me, and we’ll be here for keeps
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| Crown us if you want, but we just here to eat
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| Look what we have here |