I'm gonna show you how I flow, here we go, are you ready?
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To be taken to a land made of suit and confetti
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Where logic is illogical and often times fought
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Yes, I'm talkin' 'bout my brain, and my train of thought
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In order to write the disorder of my type
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You have to be distorted before you're fully ripe
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Otherwise you'll never change, you'll be limiting your range
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And your rhymes'll have the value of your current pocket change
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Keep an open mind or you'll never find a rhyme
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That defines who you are and won't creep up your behind
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Whether your song's about fleas or sex on your knees
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You can't be creative if you censor your ideas
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So I don't and I won't but I love to rock the boat
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You gotta spill a little thrill it's too easy just to float
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I'll never run from a challenge 'cause they're fun when they're done
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Son, this is how I like it and I do it so I'll show you how it's done.
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I like to keep a little distance between me and other MCs
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They don't wanna conceive what I often live and breathe
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Givin' you what's taboo is what I often do best
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While the rest of them don't attempt to do this
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I got an urge to splurge so I'll never conserve
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Any rhyme on my mind goes where the pen and paper merge
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If I like the way it looks I break out the 4-track
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And I use whatever works and I scrap whatever's whack
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My habit is I grab whatever thought comes to mind
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And echoes every word in the void for some time
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With every rhyme that I create I always have a ton of fun
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Cause this is how I like it and I do it so I'll show you how it's done
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If I'm gonna do the song, then I'm gonna do it right
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If the song comes out wrong then I throw it to the night
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And I bite my tongue, make sure it isn't sung
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If it doesn't want to function then it doesn't get done
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I gotta concentrate I don't flip heads or tailes
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My creation is wasted if my train of thought derails
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So I keep my head straight and I keep my pen flowing
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No one really knows exactly where I've been going
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But that's irrelevant, important is what's evident
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My bass rumbles on like a herd of wild elephants
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I keep it going even if I break the lights
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Because I am the terror that raps in the night
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My basement is where I create all my bass in
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I'm hackin' up the suckers like that maniac Jason
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And on the back roads I'm simply uncanny
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Devo Spice has it with four tracks of insanity
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Sudden Death has the ultimate solution for the boys
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And we cause a little noise pollution
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With rhymes intertwined over bass that weighs a ton
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This is how I like it and I do it so I'll show you how it's done
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Show 'Em How It's Done
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| Sudden Death |
