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Today's in a And the craze When opened my cacoon It was to bloom
Thinkin' like ten people, trapped in one Sittin' in my sandbox, sand all me Overly anxious to get the mic in my Now who wanna it up (I do) Now who can rip it up (I can)
I glide like the ride of a man on a they pick up the microphone I ask him what he flow for Various degrees of technique that's of me Never try to be something you and don't lie to me and ivory Keys on my piano Tryin' to test some music, but the rhythm push my your away as the alphabet Hard as rock Pure as the driven Pissin' on your Mark my territory then I'm right in it when Laughin' w/ the of a clown when I grin
I'm manic-depresive ever since I was an But I panic in a sesion when I'm bussin' like a sailor, With a bottle full of Ready for this world has to offer me
Plus it get off of me And never ever me I'm one w/ the The has blessed me Bet you wonder why you got in your character you're caught in the ass-crack of america
I just want to you all but All I do is at ya You can have a shot of Or hit this marija Wanna if you but If not, stay But, me in the mix boy Right up next to plug
Talkin' out the side of neck it ain't a remedy I just want the whole world to remember me I don't want to have to you're working for the enemy Sbotage. you can't conquer this
You can be the center of attention if you to My party is in the room and We're just fun too (so I'd like to signify the monkey that's in of you) All I want to do is get rid of all the in you
Do not get offended no I'm not attacking you I have to do nothin', the rapper's start smackin' you Maybe I should give you a taste of reality Welcome to my art Its not about a
Take two of these a day and burn a calories Me and the mic are mickey and malory Rockin' a b-boy of my anatomy Hands on your You can join acadamy
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Today's in a And the craze Accepted eclectic the phrase pays Old eddy hayes it's time to One of l.a.'s born and raised
Now that got ourselves a little more acquainted Ain't it about time I get this picture I am what you call a Critical thinker of the formulas we all
I think I'm running out of brain in my hard-drive Plus I need a for my control pack Throw that up so I can see your finger-tips I'm about to rip it up than before
Yeah I had a party and invited you I didn't know my underground hip hop you Now that I know this fact then I'm throw it right at you I just want to you everything you're entitled to Down in the leimert park, w/ the hooligans Every now and then I've got to take'em back to school Maybe you should me your hip hop counselor I'll be on the when the beats start bouncin' up
give you a minute just to get yourself together and We can a sing-along, all and together and to the netherlands, sisteren and brethren B-boy benevolence, birds of a and It don't matter you say We all are Some are on a rap path, some are When I say "who wrecked it" like they expected Aceyaloney-boy, eclectic
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