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Well, I beat a bad rap when I skip a soul
Just trippin' and laughin' at the
Dap is what I get the best skins I hit
You know we the fuckin' joint and we split

Singin' an ryhmin's, what I'm for
When I describe I'm a with a metaphor
I use a simile lightly 'cuz shits played
The common way most rhymes are made, ya

I rock like this, I flow that
But all those are just that
Kickin' different styles, I'll be right
Today, tomorrow, next and next year

I always say what I and that is a promise
Nothing in life is above honest
Sauna is cool compared to being on
But that's how gotta go in the stone age

The fame in my game, I name
Like a rock I'll make it shine for sure
Word is I've traveled, become unraveled
I been the world baby, gimme an apple

I'll be your boogie man than son-of-Sam
What I am is I am
Though we don't have too to love a day a night
We only love those who love us right

The kid is smart the kid is
Stompin' in weather
Backpack strapped 'cuz the is cold
Headphones pumpin' ya know

The kid is the kid is clever
Stompin' in weather
Rocks his hood and it mellow
While maple leaves into yellow

And oh shit honey at it again
Tryin' to beat my high score the age of ten
See my high flash on the back glass
I was doug in gifted class

Now here's the deal we came to heal we gonna in rio
Oh no, it's not a it's how we feel
Put to test a Sugar Ray scientist
I'm always dancing in my Sunday

I'm on my bliss and my path is lit' see
The microphone is live and I'm my body
Smooth like Reggie Miller in an airborne freeze
Funky like the Kung-fu that can put you to

The kid is the kid is clever
Stompin' in weather
Backpack 'cuz the world is cold
Headphones don't ya know

The kid is smart the kid is
Stompin' in weather
his hood and playes it mellow
While maple leaves into yellow

I'm like hey, a minute
Give a check on two then I'm ready to it
With a boom bap coming outta your trunkies
Give a fat out to the phunk junkeez

Striken like a cancer chances
But I to see the girl windin' like the belly dancer
Standin' up front with a tight stomach
Me on singin', flowin'

We just kickin' it we just kickin' it live
if you can't kick it live you gonna die
'Fraid so punk so quit junk
You need a live show a ball player needs a dunk