Aw yeah, just gettin' warmed up in here
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I'm a lay it down like this, yo
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We didn't rush it
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Kick back and bubbled slow
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Didn't suck dick
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Hit gas and rumbled roads
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Now, can you hear this
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Magic grumble grow
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We move like the drums
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Tic-tac and bumped a toe
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Spit facts with swift raps
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Untouchable with syntax
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To bitchslap a slumber
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With impact to hit past a Hubble probe
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Spin back to fit massive summer shows
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(One, two, three, four...)
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I'll tunes, trip acid undertones
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... that sit past the country's coast
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What if after this batch the bubble blows
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Lord knows where the chit-chat
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And mumble's stowed
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Thrust in the ringmaster's Thunderdome
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... with big cats with Wonder Dough
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But through all the mish-mash
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I wonder, bro
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With that shit
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I predict tragic troubles so
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I bring it back
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To this patch and drummers know
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Make peace to whiplash
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Up under his dome
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And pitch black with knick-knacks
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I fumble flow to fit tracks
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And this cracks the puzzle's code
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And infact since slick chaps
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Have bummed me clothes
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We're trailblazin' a lit path by jungle's glow
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So with a spliff...
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I sit back in the Bliss bachelor's bungalow
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Direct from the shit shack
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At Lover's Grove
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I sit back with a six-pack and...
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'cause this lad will
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Bring back a bucket-load
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... thick hash
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And zigzags on buffaloes
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I twist raps, I flip raps, you f**kin' know
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So kick back, Big Macka's comin' home
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No rich rags, I kick back
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So it's touch and go
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(One, two, three, four...)
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So splish splash, click clack
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Let's bust a flow
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(Aw yeah...)
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Yo, when I start to get busy
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I'm off from Sin City
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There's no turning back
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Once Macka's on the track
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I'm like Jack Frost
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With a heatwave of new shit
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(One, two, three, four...)
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So back off as I reclaim this music
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Yo, I'm a tell it how it is
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This is B.E.I. and I ain't
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Sellin' out for shit, so
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Now you know who
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Spits the raw sound
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And taught these kids
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How to kick the door down
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Hours in the air, run for cover
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This world loves hatin'
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As the young may suffer
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It's like there's a
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Huge hunt for butter
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But, funny thing is we
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All try to hunt for cover
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(One, two, three, four...
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Crank this bitch! it's BNE... BNE...)
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Gorilla Militia
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| Bliss N Eso |
