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[Intro: Phonte] |
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Yeah, I was just chilling man |
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I was just chilling, just doing my R&B *******t |
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And *****s wanna come and play this *******t, man |
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Make me wanna get ignorant and *******t |
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***** all my crew's paper up, ***** all my Jaz**est paper up |
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But ***** it, new Tigallo, new Tigallo, new Tigallo |
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[Verse 1: Phonte] |
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Two tears in a bucket, I wish *****s a-pail |
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A celebration *****es, I wish ***** Chappelle |
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They never caught wind, still thought that they could sail |
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Against my Sea World flow, I wish you *****s well |
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Wish you *****s pale a little bit less |
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In comparison to me, cause y'all make me sound so nice |
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I try to tell em, rap *******t is like ball |
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You either built for the game, or you not, you can't coach height |
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Ain't my fault you *****s ain't sold records yet |
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Before you get reckless with Phontigga |
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And start slanging epithets |
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You better off walking through the crowd holding hands with two white *****es at Essence Fest |
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First in flight *****, I'll never be second best |
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Here's the theme, I done been supreme |
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I can get it mapped out, make you *****s tap out |
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Like Ben Vereen on Cyclobenzaprine |
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F.E. is the team, bone thugging in harmony |
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We're the army of two-faces and Jimmy Darmodys |
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First class flight, black bag with the toiletries |
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Run up in the spot like, yeah give me all of these |
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Go and tell your boy to bring some hoes |
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And if they ain't bout it I ain't hanging around, ***** that's loitering |
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He rhymed like he not sane |
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But I got Rap and she got game, ya heard |
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[Break: Rapsody] |
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There is no emotion, there is peace |
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Jedi, til the day I die |
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[Verse 2: Rapsody] |
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I spit that wonderama *******t, me and my conglomerate |
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*******ne like a mill worth of gold in my prominence |
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Had to break promises, today where the karmas is |
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Took a breath for every life left, that's that honor *******t |
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All my new garnishes peal like the pharmacists |
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Had no need for no Hermes, I value cognizance |
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That's that kind of sense I'm trying to exchange aimlessly |
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Early morning talks with my boss deep at Cambridge week |
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Bane off the plane *******t, rollin' in the same whip |
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Kill Bambi, almost messed me up he got his frame split |
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Blend like the camo in the circle with the same clique |
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Bunch of like-minds like mine universal fit |
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Threat like killa, put your skills up Rambo |
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Mine reaches all in the soil down at Amco |
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Ma'am so you mean to tell me this ain't real life *******t |
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There is no real life, baby only lightness |
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Watch somebody bite this tonight |
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Just to let you know the come up ain't without a price |
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Shouts to Kenneth 101, snake eyes on the dice |
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Life a gamble, hope you *****s all is rolling right, *******t |
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I spit that wonderama *******t, won't remain anonymous |
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Beast of the Southern wild, New Orleans and Raleigh *******t |
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Hush puppies staring down, beasting on the bridge |
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The strength of a Jedi's in the code that we live, ***** |
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[Break: Jay Electronica] |
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It's the most poetical, Nat King unforgettable |
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Clarence 13X Allah's rhapsody from Bellevue |
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[Verse 3: Jay Electronica] |
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It's a Roc Nation, Jay Electronic-extravaganza |
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The fans need a oxygen mask for every stanza |
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Cause it don't matter if you Black or Anglo Saxon |
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You see a holy El gliding across the stage with icy gloves and socks on |
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You'll be crying baby Jesus tears in your popcorn |
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Call the Ghostbusters up, tell em we got one, the keymaster returneth |
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Escape from the fiery furnace, *****s don't concern us |
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Uh-uh, what's your name, what's your sign |
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Soon as you try and *******ne, hater creep up from behind |
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The Vatican preaches Jesus then they creep up with the swine |
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And enslave the people of God and have them sweep up at the shrine |
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Up up and away, fetch a hater a therapist |
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Garnish the colosseum with rose petals and chariots |
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Candy man, candy man, spit another parable |
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Your show's uncomparable, the flow's unbearable |
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Up, up and away, fetch a hater a therapist |
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Garnish the colosseum with rose petals and chariots |
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Candy man, candy man, spit another parable |
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Your show's uncomparable, the flow's unbearable |