| Now and then I feel as though I wanna escape the real
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| And take a trip to the heavens to a world surreal
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| But I don’t do drugs so the yea is out
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| Instead I use my mind power to move my spirits about
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| I might write my girl a poem showin' her how I love thee
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| Or just write myself a rhyme about why I’m so funky
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| This is how I escape the ignorance and hate
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| Being cooked up in this planet about to disintegrate
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| I’m cruisin', cruisin' in the beat y’all
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| I cover my head as the media shower
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| I glance at my watch to check the hour
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| And it’s half past a moonbeam, gleamin' as I daydream
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| I’m feelin' for the beat to make my mood complete
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| And when I got it I’m gone, gone in the rhythm
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| Kickin' the slang with the knowledge and wisdom
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| I may speak a scribbly doodle but I keep on track
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| 'Cause if I didn’t, yo, you wouldn’t be sweatin' it
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| I’m cruisin', cruisin' in the beat y’all
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| One to the two to the three to the four to the five
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| It’s rardy-ardy-ar and I’m kickin' it live
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| On an ever present journey through the depths of time
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| I skip from beat to beat in the form of a rhyme
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| My vocal techniques are unique to my band
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| I’m a butterfly mc, smooth with much style G
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| My tongue like quivers when I deliver the funk flow
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| The verbs expand with a ghettolistic glow, it’s like that y’all |