[Asher Roth:]
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My aura takes the form of the aurora borealis
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Or a floral pattern, more or less a forest to your salad
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The neural path I've traveled has immediate reaction
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Can't you see that I am beaming? I'll be leaving in a second
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Sipping magic from a chalice, detached from the distractions
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At last, I can relax, looking past all of the action
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A fraction or a fragment of me actually is present
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The rest of me is heavenly, the seventh house's zenith
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Yes, the fence intimidates, it's meant to keep you out (But)
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Let your senses resonate and leap it in a bound ('Cause)
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Freedom isn't found inside a visa or a crown
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And even the voice of reason couldn't speak it out loud (But)
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Mortals are immortal when their soul has been imported
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To a source that is more sovereign, important to the whole (Whole)
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This is the warmest moment of a poet turned heroic
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As he slowly comes to focus, go ahead and watch me glow
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[Charles Hamilton:]
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Rey Mysterio flow, stayin' clear
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Of makeup-smeared hatin' queers, makin' clear this is spiritual
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Though a spirit you owe, church final
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Your funeral in an arena, you searchin' for fire
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Or titles, or tidal waves
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Tie the game like a shot from outside when it's 95 to 98
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To throw slid into you left-side broke (Niggas!) (Beam!)
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Boa constrictor, chokin' (Niggas!), the grown man (Beam!)
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Pawns mean, your controllers get broken (Nigga!) (Beam!)
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Anarchy in the Ford, you need to focus (Nigga!) (Beam!)
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Love, I get none, like sayin' no to niggas
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Hamiltonian's loneliness, so I hold my (Beams!) (Niggas!)
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I logged on to see a c-section, a gross display
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Sleep never, and Rolaids, deep lessons won't go away
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I keep pressin' like my phone is afraid
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To be the star, so I end it and pound it, see what the code can say
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[Lupe Fiasco:]
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Calling all the good rappers, had to get my crew together
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Fire like the fire flower, flyer than the super feather
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Superman with two propellers, enter that, ninja rap
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You can call it Super Shredder, boss scene, Ross theme
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You can call it super better, new to this, Ludacris
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Foolishness, Lu been doin' this since super letters
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So I can't spell and can't mail it out
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If you can't feel, it's too full, you can't peel it out
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Showboatin' at the show, but you can't sell it out
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I'm on the sea shepherd deck, helpin' the whales out
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All my egos in the mirror, checkin' themselves out
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Tweeters in the trunk, helpin' the twelves out
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The speakers on bump, the rappers on acne
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This track is what would happen if the rastas meet the mathletes
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Yes, sir, then the Chess Club got dressed up
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And went and took all the bitches of the athletes
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[Mikey Rocks:]
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Big up to what's been up, nigga
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Pin-ups from when we clicked up and posed for these pictures, good
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And the kids connected up, and they clicked snap
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Hollerin', "Yeah, we weighed on the iPhone scale app!"
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Without fail, the best to ever do it just will
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Haven't done it all, but we got copy wheelwell, though
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But it ain't no sweat, I got a whole outfit
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And a new fitted cap that I ain't wore out yet
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(Check, check, check) And I'm beamin'
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Yeah, and I seen it, like a twenty-seven inch Zenith
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Projected widescreen, now they got it 3D
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Now we NBA'd up from development leagues
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[Chuck Inglish:]
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Ay, yo, they pale in comparison to stories we tell
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Man, he see me on the hovercraft and he got a sail
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Bubble-ass Brenda, stacked up in the window
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Of whatever 'Lac truck pick her up, retail
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Nigga, what? It just hit me like a Mack truck semi
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On my last trip to Sydney in the Sheraton lobby
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Grab my coattails and get a grip (Grab 'em)
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You want the truth? Well, the truth is
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This is it, pointin' out the differences
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This is exquisite shit, riveting, isn't it?
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Lizard king loafers on swole when I'm kickin' it
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Joe, the live nigga, real rig-a-marole
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You a handshake away, and them fingers is cold
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[Blu:]
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Touch art, lush heart, brush my niggas' shoulder off
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Now that blessed soldier know that protocol, show me y'all's
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Maybe not, play me not, say we not remote at all
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Roger that, scholars back, solid black, go God
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| Gobble Gats, go hard, con |
