| Voted as the best in the asylum
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| My words can cause damage like I’m texting while I’m driving
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| Not the type when I get festive to get violent
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| But I’ll beat you puppets down like my Mexican compadres do
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| Ahead of ya like hal-le-lu
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| My crew put in work and we rendezvous
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| At a bar on Lankershim sippin' Anchor Steam
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| I used to wanna takeover I had that banker’s dream
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| You know that speech where you thank God then thank your team?
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| At a major league-themed award show they say is esteemed
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| I know now it ain’t as great as it seems
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| I’m singing la la la la la
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| I can’t sing but I’ll still try
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| 'Cause one day I will die
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| And according to skilled scientists like Bill Nye
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| It’s not true that I will fly onto a hill high
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| In a angel-filled sky where everything is amazing
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| So while I’m still here I add melody when I say things
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| I tap into that heaven that is part of us
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| If you ain’t found it yet then you must not be looking hard enough
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| I get it started up and I do not think it’s a head trip
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| I heard a voice and I listened when it said shit
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| That’s why I’m based in Hollywood like I’m Frederick’s
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| To entertain should be in my name like it is in Cedric’s
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| My brain is such a powerful thing
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| It’s connected to the gods by a powerful string
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| There’s a phone on either side it’s really loud when it rings
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| And the message of a melody it bountifully brings
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| Then I sing it to a crowd and it sings it back to me
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| Except for the rappers in the back who just act snooty
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| The few who adore it consider it euphoric
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| Whether deep or sophomoric, my people are all for it
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| So the verdicts either still out or it’s a hung jury
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| Whether I will kill the game like Dude from Kung Fury
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| When I sing my shit I make sure it’s sung surely like la la la la la
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| I feel like I’m being reborn
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| My brain was the consistency of cream corn
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| Cold soul drinking whiskey just to keep warm
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| Without power like how Jesus had his sheep shorn
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| They sleep on me they can keep snoring
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| The internet brought me to the world like I’m free porn
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| Rappers keep boring me
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| Your girl must be 4 out of 5 dentists, she always recommends oral B
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| Sometimes I rap morbidly like a 450 pound dude storming the beaches at Normandy
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| at war then he drowns
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| But right now I’m just adoring the sound of my own voice
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| Speaking of which
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| My voice is a penis and the beat is a vagina
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| The love that we make is the sweetest of its kind, uh
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| You can’t bring me down I’m too high bruh
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| You can’t alter my course, I’ve made my mind up
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| My inner light is like them psychedelic northern ones
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| My inner child is like them stage mom performer ones
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| My deepest thoughts are some widely assorted ones
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| Future generations will be thankful I recorded them
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| I write under the California sun like Jim Morrison
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| A normal summer day I meditate until the chorus come
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| The universe is enormous and forces one to feel it
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| A break from the real shit we deal with
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| If you a lyric fan I’m your spirit animal
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| My next mixtape will be accompanied by a hymnal
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| Used to wait for the machine like the gym full
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| Now I keep it simple
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| No need to infil-trate
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| That side of depression with your dinner plate was not what you expected like
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| when you meet your Tinder date
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| Yeah the picture’s great
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| But something isn’t right
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| Life’s unfiltered Lucky Strikes not a Winston Light
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| One who went to Princeton might see a different sight when they viewing me
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| They may be new to tomfoolery
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| Allow me to say one more verse real stupidly
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| A common question I’m asked is when and where I’m at
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| Real soon I’ll be back to take care of that
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| More tales from the road like I’m Kerouac
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| Pussy on the road like a feral cat
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| Dispersed through the Earth is where my harem’s at
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| Around my house is where your bitch is running errands at
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| I’m too dumb for you to bother me
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| But still the most scholarly shopper on a shopping spree at the Dollar Tree
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| I’d hate to have to follow me because the greats fathered me
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| I’m on my own island and I run this shit with sovereignty
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| How could you not see the god in me? |