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[Verse 1] |
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I see the deepest greens |
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I hear the darkest blues |
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Might not be synesthesia |
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Might be apartment fumes |
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G-g-get up and dance |
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G-g-get up and dance |
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I w-w-wipe my son's ass |
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And get shit on my hands |
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He'd get in my car and be like |
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"Daddy play some Busdriver" |
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Why the fuck's it take two lines to do a one liner |
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And why's it take three beats to do a two-step |
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Sick days, I got two left |
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So I take five, Dave Brubeck |
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I make jazz jokes so I'm flat broke |
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Mad at LOST and that black smoke |
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Fuck you if you're a white man that assumes I speak for black folks |
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Fuck you if you're a white man who thinks I can't speak for black folk |
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Let that soak in your rap quotes |
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And your head hurt, and your back broke |
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I'm half crack smoke and half black soap |
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I admit that it's an imperfect blend |
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Hold up it's my turn again |
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I'm playing thirteen games of Words With Friends |
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Lift your hands |
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Lift your head if your clothes are clean and your kids are fed |
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Mine's potty trained, so when he pisses the bed |
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Then he can tell I'm heated like infrared, yeah |
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[Hook x2] |
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We're the best, mostly |
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Sometimes the freshest rhymers |
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We the tightest kinda |
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Respect my qualifiers |
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Respect my qualifiers |
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Respect my qualifiers |
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Respect my qualifiers |
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[Verse 2] |
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They say they're looking for me, but I don't wanna hear it |
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You can find me in the park district, volunteering |
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With my hair disheveled, and my sneakers scuffed |
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Or use your gps and get your celly features up |
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I went to Africa, they played me on the radio |
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And did I weird the people out, yeah, maybe so |
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Cause all they knew was jive |
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And all I do is vibe |
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And 'Bright Green Light' made the program director lose his mind |
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He said "What type of rap is that? Ain't no bitches, hoes" |
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And I ain't even being funny, homie didn't know |
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Shoulda said it's whimsical |
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Like Serengeti taught me |
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My thoughts are very lofty |
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Response time is very faulty |
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I'm far too young to lead |
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And way to old to die |
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I ain't played Call of Duty, smoke you in Golden Eye |
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RPG, roll the die |
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JPG Kobe Tai |
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PG 13 Cobra Kai |
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PPG Luc Robitaille |
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[Hook] |
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[Outro] |
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I didn't write the words you hear me singing |
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I didn't sing a line before this one |
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And you are not the one I was addressing |
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That person took a train to Africa |
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And simultaneous events don't happen |
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We are isolated temporally |
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And the part is never called the whole thing |
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Though it bothers us to know it so |
