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'bout?
I been stayin' outta trouble, shit I bin on the couch
You were workin' on the album, I was listenin' now

Then Doug called, "Ay you spoke to J?"
could he be talkin' 'bout?
I been stayin' outta trouble, shit I bin on the couch
You were workin' on the album, I was listenin' now

Then Doug called,
Got a key to the city, and a street in my name
(I think I need my own parade)
(I think I need my own parade)
The club that wouldn’t let me in back in
real. 
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine. 
Said everybody
Shine. 
See'mon."

It's not luck that I'm sittin' here 
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
Division and NOFX (what?)
Let's dissect this album called “Nevermind”
Produced by Butch Vig of Garbage not Sublime
Butch toured with U2, who wrote a song
shut up
But Jack was wack, nobody cared 
Or maybe all his niggas there was scared
My nigga Kato got shot by a punk
Hit from the back by some
a production company
Stay fresh like Doug, I run with the thugs
That'll cut your throat and sell your blood
Fifty/fifty love around the border
Should be
on your fucking wall, necklace-wearing bitch
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I
coo, coooo! 

Okay. Good day. Welcome to our single. I'm Bob McKenzie and 
This is my brother Doug. 
How's it going, eh? 

Beauty, eh? 
Yeah, I
and maybe make a little cash
Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs
Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong

Then hit the streets with
A on the map and maybe make a little cash
Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs
Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong

Then hit
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
coo, coooo! 

Okay. Good day. Welcome to our single. I'm Bob McKenzie and 
This is my brother Doug. 
How's it going, eh? 

Beauty, eh? 
Yeah, I
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
don't shoot anymore
My deal got signed so the spirits all up
We shot the album front cover up by the shops
We just wanna rep the manor right, give it
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
On the answer sheet
Life's craft is a scrap
When you show your work
I would listen with a smirk 
From irony to Irief
From Bob Marley smokin? stones
sells shit and gold is the hit
But then I gotta watch my step cause I could get a rep
Always always filling through the void
of the now that's bringing
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have

And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
of street smarts
So here you go retards
Come hit this bulls eye
I’ll give you three darts
One, my last album flopped
Two, it wasn't my time
Three, my fuckin'
of street smarts
So here you go retards
Come hit this bulls eye
I’ll give you three darts
One, my last album flopped
Two, it wasn't my time
Three, my fuckin'