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featuring Redman
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[Redman]
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Hooo ahhh!
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High as a motherfucker
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Zonin on cloud nineteen as the Def Squad takes you
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on another eerie place... of a dark side
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Yesssss!!!
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[Keith Murray]
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I escape from the world
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To show niggaz that my style is superb
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For what it's worth I'm gettin off planet Earth
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but I gotta redefine gravity first
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So I figure I get my guns and I bust the biggest cap
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from the demand of the trigger
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I'm equipped to dip with a knapsack
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and a survival kit, with blunts n shit (word!)
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I'm in all black, ?with a face? money
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wanna double to NASA, to hijack a space shuttle
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More ages than curiosity
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I enter the backdoor with animosity ("Yeah, here's Murray!")
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Searchin for the astronauts, checkin my watch
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Determined the time I had to be out
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I saw my prey without a second delay
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Suited up, strapped down, straight and on my way
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For five seconds to liftoff I was in the Hell
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when I escaped from the world
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I escaped from the world (4X)
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So far...
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I went through a Milky Way of stars
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And landed on my destination, which was Mars (whoa, shit!)
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This planet was foreign and new
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As I'm puffin on a blunt, observin the view
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To my surprise, a spaceship arrived
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Out came a Martian, with six fingers and three eyes
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He spoke a bleeky type of dialect ("Bleek, bleek bleek bleek bleek bleek")
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but understood my form of intellect
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I said, "I'm Keith Murray from the planet Earth
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Boy I'm psychosomatic and homicidal with a verse"
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My hypercritical form of words busts his brains
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and then the whole atmosphere changed ("What the fuck?")
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rrarahrhagharhar rharhagahgahrahgh
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I was surrounded by some Martians in the hut about to front
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I used my last resort, and pulled out the Blunts
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Lit it, got the whole Martian crew blitted
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So now's my chance to try to get acquitted
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I said, "I escaped from the planet Earth
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to let my mind untwirl because I'm mad at the world
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And the murder wasn't premeditated
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My language was just mis-interpretated"
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One acknowledge I'm right and pulled out the peace pipe
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Aight? About to set the vibes right
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He lit it with his finger, I smelled the Martian buddha linger
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I felt good cause I released some anger
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No sooner than the cease of the herb ignite
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I was headed back to Earth at the speed of light
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Upon my return niggaz thought I was in jail
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Nah kids... I escaped from the world
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[Redman]
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As we zone, on the cosmic type of funk
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(escapism y'all)
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We drop mad flows, for the 1990's
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(escapism y'all, escapism y'all)
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The Funk Doctor Spock signin off live
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(escapism y'all, escapism y'all, escapism y'all)
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This is how we do
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(escapism y'all, escapism -- escape from the world)
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Flows enough for the nineteen ninties and we OUT!
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(escapism y'all)
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Escapism
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Keith Murray |