Call me Special,
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stickman stencil,
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thin like pencil
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I've got a thumb so I can pick up and use them utensils
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My credential, I'm prehensile
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And I may be standing still now,
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but my energy has potential
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Boom!
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We explode like the hedgehog,
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sonically
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We're dooma to the goombas
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when we jump up Marionically
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It's immaterial,
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cause I'm ethereal
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Some day my face will be seen on a box of cereal
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I ride with the pride of the lion on my mane
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But you can only know me as I exist upon this plane
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All the same,
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what's my name?
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You must be joking
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upon pain of death
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can my true name be spoken
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In the morning
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I storm in and swarm without warning
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Shift shape and rise like the Phoenix from the flame I reign collosal,
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fueled like fossil
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Doing the impossible,
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raising dead
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as I spread
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the gospel Of the skinnee
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to the many it's a J day
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Your whack attackers
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lack it so just pack it
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like a K-way
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J's intended to be splendid
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when we send it Rip shit up
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and then we mend it
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Ain't no body, does it better,
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ain't no body, does it better,
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then J!
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Ain't no body, does it better,
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ain't no body, does it better,
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then J!
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A Word to the skeptics and the cynical
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We're the ones who taught Him how to make a miracle
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Before you make a scene say we blaspheme,
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cut the fuss Take a look at the good book,
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that was us
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From the top of the zenith,
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we're the pinnacle For the squeamish
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any skirmish is unwinnable
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As we travel like Odysseus throughout the universe
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Alerting we be certain
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that we're converting earth first
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Ain't no body, does it better,
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ain't no body, does it better,
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then J!
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Ain't no body, does it better,
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ain't no body, does it better,
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then J!
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Power, might, glory, omnipotence
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With my hands behind my back
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I still control all of the elements
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We're heaven sent
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so we rule all creation
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All that's evil
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runs before me wailing lamentations
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Blink and you missed it,
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the futuristic existence
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From another plane I came and it'll never be the same
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Naw it's better,
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Hail the nappy heada Incision with precision
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and I'm skinnee like stilletta
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I'm beheading serpents this serpent-head medusa
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Refusing to give in cause I'm living like Methusela
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Fighting off your evil
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as your mental's getting feeble
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and you wobble like a weeble
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Just chill,
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Skinnee J's
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raise the upheaval
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Missed it on the first time,
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now catch the sequel
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Return of the new
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and improved
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and I'm smooth
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Ain't nobody does it better,
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here's the proof
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Ain't no body, does it better,
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ain't no body, does it better,
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then J!
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Ain't no body, does it better,
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ain't no body, does it better,
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then J!
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The Best
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2 Skinnee J's |