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YES! |
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Everybody gather closer |
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Welcome to the Fish Outta Water |
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Move your body, pack this party |
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Focus closest let's get focused |
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Welcome to my hairbrain meeting |
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packed like some economy airplane seating |
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try to compete and get your fair game beating |
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but I set off alarms if you share the same greeting |
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discretion if your eyes are timid |
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sky's the limit |
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first impression as it applies to gimmicks |
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I'm old school like my gram's old shovers |
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...like a manhold cover |
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Rap ... |
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Keep 'em hanging like plastic straws or strapless bras |
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We make 'em sizzle like devils in damn rain |
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The king, like Martin Luther or Evelyn Champaign |
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Dirt hustle with a hurt muscle |
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I watched hip hop escape from New York like Kurt Russel |
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it spread west like a virus airborne |
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and it's heard best when it's supplied in rare form, yeah |
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Hey |
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it's been a long time comin' |
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a strong rhyme and some Cheech and Chong mind numbin' |
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pidgeon-holed by people who hate change |
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This isn't broken and can never be maintained |
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and now I estimate or purplex the bait |
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or how they investigate and suppress the hate |
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Mistaken these fake fans for great friends |
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They secretly shake hands and straight grin |
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collateral damage... |
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they splatter your cabbage and your cadaver can vanish |
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but hear what (what?) |
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I spill emotions while making you feel the same shit |
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you rappers are sweeter than pixie stix |
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I'm screamin \"fuck George Bush\" like the Dixie Chicks |
