The Stars Did It

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Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Ha ha
Eh yo I kept going 
Until eventually I passed Pi
Told him he looked gassed
Said he'd been running a long time 

What up with the man's pattern 
The black hat and 
He look lost like Wames Jatts
Who's off in Manhattan  
Eh yo, my ego's gassed 
But ask your man who's man's rapping
Yo I'm out like tragic 
You know too much about this addict 
Out the way like truck that cruise with Hemi
I stay in bed like tools is heavy 
Standing's rough, on Voke', this groove is deadly
I'm in the cut, like could have hit iron 
I'm laid up like a Raptor got cut for quit trying 
My mood like Bruce Banner's
Elude cameras 
I'm off the wall like Vans, I flip a nail, abuse a hammer
Sad, I'm out like tragic 
You know too much about this addict 
Back when life was burning curling plastic 
This track a never-heard-it classic 
Yeah, I'm good like George'y
I feel these things but please, nah
Anything, but please not sorry
Vice city, who is it, who did it
Is he ever coming back, lost on a map
Where is he, is he this or

Knock knock, what up, what is it 
Not a fother mucking thing 
I'm like a plane that's broke and floats in blizzard
I know a girl who thinks I'm narcissistic 
You're not God, ugh, finally
It's not my fault, eh yo, the stars did it 
I pull a string like brother Todd did it
Yeah, this, that, what up, what was it 
I'm like a sun that hangs at night and stars is rowdy
Blow and bust, a cloud of dust, I'm out'y

I'm lost on trails like laundered money 
Call me Jimmy-Crease-A-Bill-Or-Fold-Anothe'y
Smoke a dime or blow a hundy
I'm up and down 
Like kids who fall from backflips
I link with Cam and Colin
Up in arms, but under wraps and mattress 
Shh shh
What number is it 
It's on and on 
Like looped tracks, a sideways 8, and numbered digits 
This, that, what up, what is he 
I'm like a crane that rose above the city 
I see it through, come down, don't miss me 
I'm in a jiffy, spread thin like slim forks and Skippy
I'm to the end, there's nothing left, disgruntled frisbee
The days is good but nights is if'y
Beats is please don't kick me 
I keep it in like let it out and it'll get me 
I'm Wu'ing and I'm Tang'ing
Chop like necks is for the Clan
I slap like Vincent Offer's made deposits for the land
I'm on the run I come up bust up through your ceiling
Just to leave debris 
In hopes in that it trips up all my demons 

Knock knock, what up, what is it 
Not a fother mucking thing 
I'm like a plane that's broke and floats in blizzard
I know a girl who thinks I'm narcissistic 
You're not God, ugh, finally
It's not my fault, eh yo, the stars did it 
I pull a string like brother Todd did it
Yeah, this, that, what up, what was it 
I'm like a sun that hangs at night and stars is rowdy
Blow and bust, a cloud of dust, I'm out'y

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