Dresses up like the Joker
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Ready for a good night
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Happy on the handlebars of a push bike
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(What it look like)
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It look's like the Wu's in this
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And I'm about to blow this booth to bits
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So buckle up, click clack front and back
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I'm on point bi*ch
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They'll never win against a double headed coin flip
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Spitting pictures with the RZA, howling
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All the way from Syd city to Shaolin
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The King Kong chief chonga
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big bonger, beat bomber
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Double barrel cone puncher, bone crusher
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The stone chucker with devils in his eyes
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I can't tell if this is hell, or heaven in disguise
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Either way I'm 'a spit rounds of dope shit
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I even taught bliss how to smoke, bitch
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So why so serious?
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Puts your fist in the air for this hydro lyricist
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Smoke like a fire, drink like a fish
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Hope when I'm broke, Think like I'm rich
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I had a nightmare, that I slept for lightyear
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A thousand tracks was going in my right ear
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Then I found myself trapped in a circle
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With Eso and Bliss puffing on that purple bong
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You trapped me in the closet like my girls shoe
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Hip-hop done changed the whole worlds view
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I mighty like Joe Young, my son carries a blow gun
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We roam like we're chased by the Shogun
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Lou Pine, wolf and cub, plastic
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lying flat on my rug
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This is the microphone bullying boy
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Don't try to strike me
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It's Crooklyn, do the right thing like Spike Lee
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For real, Once I get a puff on that ill
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I get wild like Uma trying to Kill Bill
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Smoke like a fire, drink like a fish
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Hope when I'm broke, Think like I'm rich
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Deep in the woods, out in a lonely cabin
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Chronic capsule flying on my Doshja dragon
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The chameleon holographic craft
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Bought a bag of hash for an automatic blast
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Beam me up Scotty, I'm ascending to the stars
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Catch me with the Abbot
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Where I'm tending to my gardens
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Running on air through the night till the morning
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Flying colours like killer bee's swarming
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Buzzing through to BnE town Sydney
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Spot my smoke signal out my greenhouse chimmney
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You'll see in every village,
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Mary comes to meet us
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State to state
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another brother bearing bud to greet us
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When we roll through hear us rock all the bells
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And I told you it's beer o clock all is well
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So let's all this good reefer
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The outcast, outback, racing bush cheetah
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Smoke like a fire, drink like a fish
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Hope when I'm broke, Think like I'm rich
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Smoke Like A Fire
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| Bliss N Eso |
