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I've played in L.A. and D.C., and Sydney
And Kingston, where my Mandy was made
It's 98 in the straight-up shade
I say I'm stickin' with her for the rest of my given

"Somebody me that you're takin' a break
A sabbatical from rhymin' on the records you make
A little birdie said wasn't the case
They blamed exodus on "DC" partners Kevin and Tait"

"Hold up, I say all that"

I move the people on a hot summer's day
I wanna serve up the like it's pink lemonade

So if you're why I
to try my
Skills at rap game
Girl, I can't get
I been the black folks
And tellin' those white
And people are
So just throw hands up
If you're why I
to try my
Skills at rap game
Girl, I can't get
I rockin' the church folks
And tellin' same jokes
So all of God's
Won't ya your hands up

I've been away for down time
But thought it was 'bout
To give my freaky people what came here for
I guess I needed head space
And felt by God's grace
My homosapiens still be up for some more
I'm God in my hip-hop
If not, my show stops
And around me knows I ain't gonna sell -out
To those bad guys, pushin' them white lies
the word freak and you'll be airing tonight guys

I wanna move the people on a hot day
I wanna serve up the Truth like pink lemonade
I wanna my people what they can't deny
I wanna light up the skies like the Fourth of