Well hello, let me introduce myself
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They call me macka, big macka
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And my voice-activated house doesn't even work
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But I'm back in the lab again
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Making something out of dirt
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I got a spliff in my top pocket
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I got a cannon
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The size of something
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You can't possibly imagine
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I jump off boats
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I cut through hills and gutters
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I bluff the whole table
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Like f**k you, silly duffers
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We changed the game
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Like when the first boat came with cocaine
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Paved our way with gold flame
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Flows aim to blow brains
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With cards up my sleeve,
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I play old maid with dope dames
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Undercover secret agent
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Code name is coltrane
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In a dusty jazz bar
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Is double 0 deuce with double 0 8
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The two double 0 8 troublesome two
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With a robo-tech dj
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I'm cued across the fader
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To the... who drops the flavor
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Three smooth operators
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(Just like that...)
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(Unfortunately, we haven't time to play games...)
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With my researchers
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I do sidewalk astronomy
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We burn the weed in seconds
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I'm just chillin' in my building
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With a... street collective
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See, we struck a major chord
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With the magic from the stage, I soar
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Doubt nevermore
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The raven's rapping at your chamber door
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So praise the lord
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And see unusually different, beautifully gifted
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Sailing forth, mad musical misfits
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Me, myself and my melody mistress
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Make a monster meek
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With magic in misty mountains
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Where the mace and mobsters meet
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They call me cosmic cowboy
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Kookaburra killer
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Max back on the track, yes I'm iller
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And the last emcee
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I barbecued on my grilla
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Yes, for rilla
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Yes, for rilla
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So back the f**k off me
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And go and make me coffee
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You rappers think you're rocky
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But not one of you can stop me
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That's why I puff opium
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With christopher walken
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In an amsterdam cafe
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At six in the mornin'
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I'm kickin' the door in
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You bitches are boring
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I'm bringing the storm in
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'cause you chickens are snoring
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Can you vision me soaring
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In this blizzard performing
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And crosswords like clockwork
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In glistening orange
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(Just like that...)
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I'm at the gambling spot
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With my hand on my cock
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Lookin' for another block
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I can damage and rock
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I'm surfin' with fishes
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I'm pervin' on bitches
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My mission on this bus
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Is to get dirt on them hinges
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When... troops came
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For hussein's fuel chain
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They say dollars make cents
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But all I got is loose change
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Shoot game, I'm that wildcat
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Through the hoop's flames
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'til doomsday, it's bruce wayne
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On a crusade
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I'm the king of the committee
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Watch me think of something witty
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Like a boring board meeting
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And I slip myself a mickey
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Don't eyeball me, bitch
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My clique is the goonies
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My guard dogs are hard rock
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Bitch, with an uzi
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Through the world wind,
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We pass batons
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Swinging it like a magic wand
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Poetical patterns like pebbles
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Perpetually skipping across that placid pond
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Are you catching on?
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Let me give you a key
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True love is not a cage
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It's a home in which you are free
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(Just like that...)
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Royal Flush
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| Bliss N Eso |
