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to hot
To be placed in a box
Life always gave me seeds what You hearing is the crops
Distracted by ass
Like Sir Mix A Lot
They gon throw these hoes at me

they were bottle tops;
Keeping dubies in our socks,
Rolling cigars by the box,
Rapping to the cuties
With big buddies like Sir Mix-A-Lot;
Knowing we

to hot to be placed in a box
Life always gave me seeds what you hearing is the crops
Distracted by ass like Sir Mix A Lot
They gon throw these hoes at me

Poet Laureate

Canibus

Mic Club: The Curriculum

2002

sir
Critics went beszerk they ain't even heard my best work
See I broke into the mind by
Quietly goin by their eardrum walls and hotwired they skulls

There's no weed on Tatooine jedi Bong Hit's

Smoke a lot of weed, and well, the truth is
You can guarantee, so does George Lucas
Just take a look

it's death before dishonor,
Never let you swallow me, no apologies, your honor,
A general in war, I'm the first to bomb,
With a squad of trusted killers,

is stirring the pot
One day I'll catch your ass out hanging out by the lot
And I bet it be your ass that calling the cops

Ratatouille vibes though

I am so heartless, dauntless, that is my synopsis
I am an illusion not comprehended by optics
Reaching a conclusion everytime I see an opp twitch

And I just saw some shit that you wouldn't believe
With this bomb, baby palm, ain't no tricks up my sleeve
Let me slide up in this mix, get some chicks

(AY, AY, AY)

Yeah I run it up, right now
This year's been a shit hole
From the start I'ma run it back

Blow off
Wit da Sawn off
Kick Back
With

inside
Walk through TSA wit twenty stuffed up in my sock
Help me get it cross da border I'll throw you twenty thou'
If you get caught up by dem boys you

of my cunt poker  

I did a lot but I’m steady doing da shit
All of the bitches done ruined the kid
Now I’m balling on bitches & doing it big
Bankroll

mix the flavors
Headed to the top you should grab a taste of greatness
A lot of swagger jackers a lot of petty haters
Just be calm relaxation 
Focus

Me I just mind my own just staying out da loop 
Speedin down 264 in dat space coupe
Bad bitch by my side making plays too 
Tellin youngins if I can get

all till it lock
Calling me Sir Mix a lot
Selling it straight out the box
Who gon tell me I'm not
Used to be sleeping on cots
How can I be down? 
When

DA' DA' DA', DA' BOMB'S IN DA BUILDING
You and I
We've been friends for some time
But it's the first time
You ain't got a man by your side
That's

the pavement
Save those statements, don't think it's courageous
If you get some placement, by a fist, or a foot
A blade, bat, or a bullet, maybe a homemade bomb

the first one there and the last one to leave.
If you think you can match
I’ll have to disagree
You’ll need a nuclear bomb just to match my debree
A lot

the insides this evenin'
For these proceedin's
I'll shall never mislead them
With my pad & pencil
Got my little utensils
Mix in a little weed
With a lot

in the spark and it look like a lamp
I'm burnin' up in this bitch 'til my skin turn to ash
I bring a whole lot of red so it look like a rash
We like

know I'll see you everyday this
Year and that's for certain

So come fly with me
Mary come get high with me
I need you here by my side with me
Cuz now

and they pumping me (pause)
W.A.S.T.E Squad W.A.S.T.E Squad
We Roll thick my Posse On Broadway Sir Mix-A-Lot shit Wander and survive through everything when

I'll tell you how I became the wicked nigga they call Young Mind Fuck
Black out, black out
(Youngin' from Del Amo)
Black out, black out
(Belt by

I'll tell you how I became the wicked nigga they call Young Mind Fuck
Black out, black out (Youngin from Del Amo)
Black out, black out (Belt by