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[Mr. Hood] Let's enter this jewerly shop.
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[Zev Love] Ahc'mon Mr. Piocalles man hook it up
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14K, def bracelet, you can't beat it kid!
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[Piocalles] No I cannot do that.
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This is not a pawn shop, this is Piocalles Jewelry!
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Ahh, Mr. Hood, my favorite customer!
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What can I do for you today?
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[Mr. Hood] I would like to see some gold rings.
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[Piocalles] Ahh yes we have these stupid phat gold rings,
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perfect for your masculine hands.
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[Mr. Hood] Some earrings for my wife.
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[Piocalles] How about these elephant studded diamond earrings,
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perfect for the woman of your dreams.
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[Mr. Hood] And a watch, for my cousin.
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[Piocalles] Ahh yes we have a Rolex for just under three-thousand
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seven-hundred and ninety-two.
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[Mr. Hood] That is a beautiful watch.
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[Zev Love] No actually it's two-thousand, three-hundred
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and thirty-six green.
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[Mr. Hood] Many thanks for your help.
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[Zev Love] Yeah he's always trying to jerk people!
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[Mr. Hood] My name is Mr. Hood. What is your name?
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[Zev Love] Hmm... yeah I'm Zev Love X from K.M.D.
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[Mr. Hood] I am pleased to meet you.
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[Zev Love] Oh yeah likewise uhh, how ya doin anyway?
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[Mr. Hood] Perfectly well, thank you. And you?
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[Zev Love] Ohh... I'm just chillin, ya see uhh
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but I got one problem. I come in here to pawn this
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bracelet, see cause this rhymin for nickels business
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ain't makin it. What I need is a job uhh...
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where you work at? They hiring?
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[Mr. Hood] Follow this avenue (yeah) turn right at the corner (uh-huh)
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go to the left when you reach the square. (yeah)
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It is the house next to the theater.
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[Zev Love] Ohh. Huh. Yeah I know the line of work you're in, yeah.
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[Mr. Hood] Would you care for a spoon? They are not too expensive.
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[Zev Love] No go, I don't deal with that stuff.
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As a matter of fact...
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This reminds me of the days of dwelling with those who
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killed off the weak for fancy clothes and hoes too
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Not opposed to the picket fence dream
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Where both lines are same side of the gate
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It seems that it's all coming back to me now
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Yeah ummmmm ahhhhhh I figured it was about two summers ago
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No joking, no I lie to win
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Cause it was a crackpot, yeah Crackpot Jenkins
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I first met Crackpot in like Head Starts
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And then I knew he wasn't too head smart cuz I scribbled in art
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He insisted on standing in the sandbox to collect unknown
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amounts of pebbles and stones to throw rocks
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Dissin the wrist he flicked was suddenly an early physics lesson
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Two atoms can't occupy the same space
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at the same time, acknowledged by the playground's boot to wesson
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Who felt pops rock then cracked pops face
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Considering his aim, I warned he could hurt others with his game
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Ms. Kristmahn warned the same
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Although, he didn't care the heat cuz in a decade and one year
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He continued to throw rocks for a career
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Pain and more pain as he pelt rocks felt by
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Every brother and brown will soon be dealt
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One more rock thrown, ahh shoot
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Under the van was a boy in a blue suit
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Still a lot of rock throwin goin on up the block
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But a pocket full of pebbles what locked up Crackpot
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Should've used his wrists for the cut like Subroc
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Maybe then he'd have avoided the cacophony jackpot
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Yeah, the phony jackpot
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[Zev Love] Yo man, we got much better things to do with your time
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[Mr. Hood] Show me something better
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[Zev Love] What, something better? We built this place man.
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We're the Gods of the Universe, Kings and Queens
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of the planet.
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(If you or I could see this individual, we might call him an
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impractical dreamer, or a crackpot.)
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[Zev Love] No, I'm not crackpot.
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(Would you have seen the scientific, intellectual, creative
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genius, in a small ragged negro boy?)
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[Zev Love] Uh-oh, uh-oh, ohh no. You're gonna set it off!
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Mr. Hood at Piocalles Jewelry
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| K.M.D. |
