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Chorus: [All]
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I'm not, your, Typical American
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I'm not, your, Typical American
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[OaTie Kato]
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Tell me whose is whose, tell me who is on the microphone
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I'm OaTie of the Goaties and I propose I would like a bone
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Ta edge off the dredge I'm alleged to have sparked a joint
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I speak political and blisstical I really hope ya like my points
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I aim at a target like rife not a shotgun
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Don't spray into the fray ta prove that I got one
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Hyde ya hose from Aaron, Rose cause he knows how ta top one
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'Sgot a nose for the prose so don't suppose he will stop son
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I'm rollin' into this rhyme like ya'd bite a tendoroni
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I'm rollin' into this rap cause it's mine and ya know me
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I won't mind defy or sing like Toni Tone
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Singing for the supper like a dog does a boni
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[Madd]
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George get off my jock cause I'm really gettin' tired a this shit
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So step back Dan and throw up those fist
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Cause I'm a wreck shop and I turn this motherfucker out
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Pay what is due me less I'm going up in your mouth
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Yup yup I got the rhymes ta kick your butt
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It be the G-O-A-T the M-A-D-D say what
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Up hus I got bucks yeah I be on the 2 bus
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So what's up I got nuff respect ta make ya jump
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Welfare receiver with the north side attitude
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I've had the shit piled up like in multitudes
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Nappy headed, holey shoed, roundin' out the roster fist
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Ya Wanna step you better check the Green Monster first
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[Swayzack]
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I don't pretend to be a nice guy so why ya try
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I can go to plan B and you can get an eye jammy
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So save the sob story for a storybook and look
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Jack-in-the-box can take a lickin' but I'm never gettin' took
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By Uncle Scam and his band of political crooks
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Searchin' nooks and crannies of my grammy's pocketbook
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Hello hello can ya hear me now G
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The typical American kid that ain't me
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Neither is Oatie or the M A double D
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So pass the dutchie on the left-hand side
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And don't hide the crop cause I the E-Z-Wides
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I'm gonna survive not suck seed, cause I stand as a man
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And you can't hand me no bird feed
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Chorus
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[OaTie]
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Pop goes ya head like the top of a daisy
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Ya ghost when the world hits like Patrick Swayze
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Crazy this shit about a plausible denial
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North takes the rap while ya clap at the trial
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Pie ?la mode, the ghettos will explode
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While ya sit pigeon-toed at diamond commode
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Another episode of ya walkin' the streets
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Million dollar stroll five thousand pigs on on the beat
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For the very first time imported from the hills
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Ya take money from the poor like a fiend pops pills
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Like the Mills Brothers ya sing a very white song
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But the roots of ya soul kinda colored belong
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[Madd]
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I'm paralizing punks with a positive pedigree
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For those who choose to love me, I'm the M-A double D
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For those who choose to hate me, I negate like their full effect
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Feelin' ready and willin' ta break Darryl Gates' neck
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Like fee diddily foe, fum I gets dumb
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And like the typical American black male I'm done
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Eatin' apple pies when Ma Double's rockin' rhymes
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Ya know they on my nuts hus, they climb, they climb
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Ta hell with Stormin' Norman {Schwarzkopf} I write rhymes Black
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They be political plus they be all o' that
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Philly born and bred wit blunts straight to the head
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Callin' me conformist, man I warned you that shit was dead
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[Swayzack]
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Military is a mockery for all to see
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Be all you be is just another trick that's up their sleeves
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But ya better believe that you'll be grieving when ya ain't receiving
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What was promised don't be atonished cause ya won't be leaven
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They reeled ya in like your skin had fins
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Now you're poundin' sand for another man's sins
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To each his own to each his own they say
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But I'm gonna blow a bone and you can march 'til the cows come home
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You likes alone and me direct your own ???
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But when you come home in a box
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Green draws, green pants, green socks
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Typical American kid, I think not
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Chorus
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Typical American
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| The Goats |
