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That few would take notice 

And when I wake up 
I imagine being crushed by one 
Imagining its weight its silence 
And the absence of excuses for
of tomahawkes
Giving middle fingers to the pigeons doing somersaults
Road runners don't fall off cliffs, they run across
Anomalies by the colonies flukes by
Let me slay artists for tips in the penny tray
By the way if that diamond ring don't shine
That's cause I bought it at the five-and-dime but don't
G.I.s dressed with automatic rifles and fully armed for battle, fanned out on maneuvers through the woods, backed up by a dozen Blackhawk attack
slay the beef and slept with a tech?
What's the position you hold?  Can you really match
A triple platinum artist buck by buck by only a single goin
(Ring me up now
Come on now, quit bullshittin')

[Chorus: x2]
Sunset never seemed so long
Five and the sky's still goin' strong
the day.
Dumped by his girl, he paid for her liposuction,
His friends call him "Money", in his introduction.
And Marty knows nothing but claims to know it
that I never touch ground.
Make it so your bodies never found.
Another unsolved mystery.
Lookin for some nobody. 
Every single night on T.V.
Tryin to get
[Jurassic 5]
Yo, we are no superstars
Who want to be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how
Never had the chance you thought you could 
Running all the while with no escape 
Turning all that pain in to blame and hate 

Living on your own by
on the subway and I gave it a try
Plesant surprise the ID looked fine
5'9, blues eyes, born in 1979
Nervous as hell I went to the store with my homie
Came out
ass for a job
I mean, my dad's got five kids, man and I mean yo
He hates drivin' a bus but he loves five kids
You feel me?

I'm a rhyme artist
Five months ago ya left me here
Without a single dime.
Yer doin' fine and everything
Ya own used to be mine.

Ya left me stuck with all
Like an exodus of biblical proportion redefined
Rectangle seat 4, squeeze 5, each one
May not be excused from the table ‘til the green gone
Not a single t.v. station expressed dissension or
Hardly made mention to the censorship of information
From our kinder and gentler nation
'caine, or you gang-bang
or work a nine to five, just tryin to maintain, mayne
Do your thang, mayne, it's all the same, mayne
and let your chain swang,
But T that's trippin' and that ain't my sport
I'd rather lamp in my crib and flip the Robb report
And set my v-dozen on the streets
Bump my
eighty-five well
When his stash slow, he be crazy
Say he by his moms, hit her on her payday
Junior high school dropout, teachers never cared
They was paid just
thing smokin'

Shit, I recognize that whip
Didn't he do a drive-by on the strip?
Got caught, couldn't do five so he snitched?
What type of guy's
I can't complain I've made myself a name
And all I really want is five minutes of fame
Some material wealth and a life in good health
'cause all I
talking to the TV
I try to communicate but you don't wanna hear me
You try to teach us to hate each other
How to judge a book by the cover
Homey please don't hate us
She said that she was single, yo leave or make up - DAMN!
I'm out in L.A. within a week
Honies go to {?} from
that it is some ol' real niggaz
 Chorus: Cee-Lo (repeat 2X)
 Whether you slang 'caine, or you gang-bang
 or work a nine to five, just tryin
You see me hangin' with them niggas like jock
And every single five mile, bitches gettin' popped
Well now I got a rep and they say I'm wrong
I beat
naked papers
You can tell a cat serious about rap and it ain't luck

If 20 years after his first single, his name's stuck
From '74 to '99, did novice