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The Shakespeare at 16, dipping my ink pen |
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Made a sculpture of me but my ***** was too thin |
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Painting pictures of me but they never get my chin... |
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One writing scriptures bringing tears to the princes |
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Every time I indent, you can see the intent |
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Leave your mind bent, hanging on the every sentence |
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Have no apprentice, style uninherited |
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Laughing at you peasants cause my penman*****p is excellent |
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I'm never in the present, eyes get wide |
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I'm the town hero cause my words give a ride |
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And what they feel inside, I say the perfect words for em |
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Some say I'm a prophet with the visions I get cursed for |
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Leave them all astonished, ride with the birds |
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Make a grown man cry with shrimp on the words |
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[Hook] |
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Tears to Mona Lisa, Medusa to liquid |
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Make Gandhi grab the burner while they shoot *****t |
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Rhymes that make the Pope wanna get his ***** sucked |
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Had Virgin Mary doing lines in the pick-up |
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Make Sarah Palin deep-throat til she hiccup |
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Had? run his ***** doing stick-ups |
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Rhymes so real, thought I wrote it at? hood |
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Told me in my dreams that these *****s is not good |
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What's in the portfolio? Sicker than polio |
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*****t so personal, my mind can't listen to |
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Oh so original, *****'s extra-crispy |
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? Bakowski, soda-pop Pinsky |
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World Match could never be the one, your time's done |
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Bomb filling smelling like napalm, your day's gone |
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Electric? with a blue fuse and a screw loose |
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Maya Angelou abused child with her notebook |
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Spitting like Kiplin with a tooth missing |
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Tom Greene torture to men, women and children |
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Memoir's sacred, hid in the ba*****t |
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Await my next peace at a formal engagement |
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Crowds walk for miles just to hear that sound |
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Start to get more power than the one that wear a crown |
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[Hook] |
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Tears to Mona Lisa, Medusa to liquid |
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Make Gandhi grab the burner while they shoot *****t |
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Rhymes that make the Pope wanna get his ***** sucked |
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Had Virgin Mary doing lines in the pick-up |
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Make Sarah Palin deep-throat til she hiccup |
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Had? run his ***** doing stick-ups |
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Rhymes so real, thought I wrote it at? hood |
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Told me in my dreams that these *****s is not good |
