Yeah, yeah ' yeah, yeah, yeah
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(What's your name?) Marshall
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(Who's your daddy?) I don't have one
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My mother reproduced like a komodo dragon
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And had me on the back of amotorcycle
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Then crashed in the side of loco-motive with rao, I'm loco
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It's like the handing a psycho a loaded hadgun
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Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum
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About to explode all over the canvas
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Back with the Yoda of rap in a spasm.
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(Your music usually has them)
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(but waned for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't
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Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan)
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A Jedi in training, colossal brain and thoughts of entertaining
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But docile and impossible to explain and I'm also vain and
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Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting
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(puke)Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I talk
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Full of such blind rage I need a seeing eye dog
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Can't even find the page, I was writing this rhyme on, (ohh)
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It's on a rampage, couldn't see what I wrote I write small
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(It says) ever since I drove a 79 Lincoln with white walls
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Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire to aspire, to die hard
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So as long as as I'm on the clock punching this time card
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Hip hop ain't dying on my watch
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But sometimes when I'm sleeping, she comes to me in my dreams
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Is she taken? Is she mine? Don't got, I don't care, don't have two shits to give
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Let me take you by the hand, to promise land and threaten everyone
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Cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing
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Nah, (What's your name?) Marshall
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(Who's your daddy?) I don't know him, but I wonder
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(is he rich like me?) Haha
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(has he taken, any time, to show to show you what you need to live?)
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No
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If he had, he wouldn't have ended up in these rhymes on my pad
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I wouldn't be so mad, my attitude wouldn't be so bad, yeah, dad
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Uh, The epitome and the prime example of what happens
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When the power of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and
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Makes you want to get up and start dancing
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Even if it is Charles Manson who just happens, To be rapping
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Blue lights flashing, laughing all the way to the bank
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Lamping in my K-Mart mansion, I'm in the style department
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With a pile in my car, ripping the isle apart
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With great power comes absolutely no responsiblity, for content
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Completely, despondent, and conde-scen-ding
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The king of nonsense and contro-versy in on, a
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Beat killing spree, your honor, I must, plea
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Guil-ty, cause I sparked a, Revolution
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Rebel without a cause, who caused the evolution of rap
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To take it to the next level, boost it
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But several rebuked it, and whoever produced it'
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(Hip hop is the devil's music) Is that me? It belongs to me?
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Cuz I just happen to be, a white honky devil with two horns
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That don't honk but every time I speak you, hear a beep?
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But lyrically I never hear a peep, not even a whisper
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Rappers better stay clear of me, bitch
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Cause its the'
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Rhyme or Reason
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Eminem |