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Huffed and he puffed
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Huffed and he puffed
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Blew tha house down
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Now how dat sound
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Never no never
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Give up gotta gotta live up
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To my name
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Triple double in da rap game
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Cause I ain't goin niggatronic
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Smart e nuff to know I ain't bionic
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Wit my main man Harry
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Not Connick
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Rather rap my black as of
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Getcha hooked on phonics
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Good e nuff to know no endo
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Thru it out tha window
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Along wit tha Super Nintendo
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I'm a strict daddy
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Got dat right
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God damn right
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But have a good time/Dyn-o-mite
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Its just that I don't talk
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That same ol crap (shit)
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Cause papa got a brand new
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Bag fulla rap (hitz)
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The world don't work no more no more
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The world wont work no more
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Ain't gonna woek no more no more
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Verse II
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My main knick knack paddy wack
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C'mon & give a damn
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Confrontational man
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Iz what I am
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Iz what I am
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I'm tearin down da house that Jack built
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Cause he killt whoever he wanted & hunted
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And tax the backs of the environment macks
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Who plan in da silence of the skams
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A world dat wont work
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No more/no more
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Mother earth gets treated like a whore
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And he doeth great wonders
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So that he maketh fire come
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Down from heaven on the earth
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In sight of men
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Toms to the left of me
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Bombin to the right
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World good night
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He got destruction
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In his appetite
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On a platter a planet
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To him it doesn't matter
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3-2 at the plate
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Up go the greedy batter
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Environmental alarm
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To all not some
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Good God
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Cause we don't get two of em
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I was told that oil & water don't mix
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But the new world order
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Got a disorder
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& so I diss
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Cuss my disgust
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If I must
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One earth is da birth outta all of us
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And so I diss
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After the math
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Disaster wit a European autograph
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I.
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Gonna be bedlam
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If he spread em
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Da trigga is cocked
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Nowhere to flock
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II.
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Gonna be bedlam
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If he spread em
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Pass da word
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F what you heard
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III.
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Gonna be bedlam
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If he spread em
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Glock is cocked
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Now drop da props
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Gonna be bedlam
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If we spread em
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The day the whole world couldn't do it
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Repent
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Oh no!
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Check the preacher what he spent
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One way ticket to God to fix scars
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Woman & man runnin the land sea & air poor
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Do we all go the way of the dinosaur? or
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To hell & back attack
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The new clear fog got us sniffin like
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Atomic dogs
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Pocket fulla pimp daddy moves
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Put a code on a can
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Whatta hell of a man, shootin
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Trigga pollution, planet prostitution
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Uprootin da third
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We go to the way of the bird
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Can't do whatcha want to da place
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Don't waste my place
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Where you from?
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We only got one
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Bedlam 13:13
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| Public Enemy |
