I'm a pale imitator of a boy in the sky
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With a cap in his hand and a knot in his tie
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I'm the light in the mall when the power is gone
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The shadow in the corner, just playin' along
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I'ma lay right in my bed, I'm rolling aside
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But if I get a car, I'm roamin' to rob
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Because I know if I ever chill of livin' to you
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You've got a volunteer, and you don't know what to do
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You'd stop
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You wanna do it
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But you don't know what you doin' baby
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You wanna feel it,
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But you don't know what you're feeling tonight
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And if you're thinking
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That I don't know what you're thinking, baby
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You go on thinking
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And you gonna make it alright
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I'm impregnable, incredible, the setting of quo
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I'm at Lay Chimirida, not a heart and so'
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I got a Saturday night, and nothing is dead
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And if I ever had to do it, well,
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You know I wouldn't care
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I just kicked down, I love when I'm seen
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Yeah, and if I'm on a tour back, the message is free
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Then there's a fire, a ray, a knot in sight
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And if you get popped here, you get a¢æ?em a lot
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You get a heart-ache
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You wanna do it
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But you don't know what you doin' baby
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You wanna feel it,
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But you don't know what you're feeling tonight
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And if you're thinking
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That I don't know what you're thinking, baby
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You go on thinking
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And you gonna make it alright
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Every time we try, we get nowhere
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Wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people, yeah?
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Tryin' so hard to act like we don't care
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But it's true, you do,
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Nothing is left, so I guess I'm right
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New word, onomateopoeia, boom
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Quit actin' like you don't wanna be here
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Fuck around and get jumped like leap year
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Glock and a glove make you
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Really wanna leave me a-lone
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Get the fuck on, go'n
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Okay, okay, okay, back to the happy songs
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Rap ain't nothin' but an auto-talkin' shit
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My girl look pretty up there ridin' dick
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My plaid past, my solid future
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Astronaut ass and a gorgeous coochie
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I'm an outcast, but you're into me
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Summer got mad 'cause winter blew me
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That Juicy Fruit, that splooshie-sploosh
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Generation X on bloop-de-bloop
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Get duked out, or get dookie-duked
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Er'rybody hit the floor, we through the roof
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Like a chimney, now come in me
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How come it be? Some lame man
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Nigga talkin' 'bout a¢æ©«Aw, he don't rap enougha¢æ?
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But y'all rap a lot and I'm like a¢æ©«Wrap it up, hoea¢æ?
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Ye ain't Scarface, ye ain't Willie D
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Ye ain't Bushwick, ye ain't killin' me
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Better play with ya ma'fuckin' mama
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Betcha still stay witcha ma'fuckin' mama
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Keep sleepin' on me, I'ma rock my pajamas
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In the daytime, I swear, I promise
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Dare a nigga say somethin', tear a nigga face off
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How come blacks don't play baseball?
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Y'all white, know y'all can taste
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All this fly shit
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I stay finna take off
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Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing
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Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing
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Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing
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Ye ain't fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang
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Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing
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Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing
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Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing
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Well, is you really Slick Rick? Nope, you just ain't a thing
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Bet it up, head erupts
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A lava language and a vocal volcanic
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If it ain't fixed, don't broke it, don't panic
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If it ain't this, it ain't shit, goddammit
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If it ain't this, it ain't dope, it don't flush
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And if it ain't hip or don't hop, well then hush
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a¢æ©«Man, they sound likea¢æ?, a¢æ©«Man, they stole yoa¢æ?
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a¢æ©«Man, they look likea¢æ?, nope, it ain't us
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Ah, do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing
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Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing
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Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing
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Is you really Slick Rick? No, you just ain't a thing
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Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing
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Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing
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Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing
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Ye ain't fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang
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Every time we try, we get nowhere
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Wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people, yeah?
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Tryin' so hard to act like we don't care
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But it's true, you do,
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Nothin' is left, so I guess I'm right
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Flip the page, our days are revelations (hide)
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Space is strange, doctor, I've got no patience
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