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Fast and steady, |
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I'm like a jet plane |
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So many rhymes in my brain |
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So many things, complex |
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Waitin to see what |
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School, will do next |
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All the while, you've been waitin like a child, aggravatin for |
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Schoolly School, to come along to put a dope beat into a rap song |
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I know, it's quite absurd |
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Like a school, |
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I used to be a verb but now |
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I'm a bill, on |
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Capitol Hill |
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So now, sit back and chill |
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Thinkin, a picture of |
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Jesus In my mind, |
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I know that he need this |
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Tryin to hold back with all my might |
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I know damn well, he wasn't white |
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I look into the mirror, |
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I say damn |
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Jesus was a |
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Black Man |
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Don't know where |
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I'm goin, or where |
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I'm from All |
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I really know is that |
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I carry a gun |
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I keep dancin, to this rhythm |
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Don't know, just what |
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I give em |
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Performin, an excism |
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Sit on back and listen, to my wisdom |
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You scream, dance you might holler |
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At the door cash money that dollar |
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Come on in, treat me like your father |
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Beats so dope, they grabbed you by the collar |
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This poem's, a lethal weapon |
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You don't tickle, keep on steppin |
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Schoolly School, too damn cool |
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Dope beats and dope rhymes |
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RULE Reach into my pocket, |
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I say damn cause |
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Jesus was a |
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Black Man |
