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of Sounds geez
Engine way too loud beep, hear around the town creep
Actin' like I'm better when I feel worse better get a smack
Time to help the people outta
worlds collide
Said George Pal to his bride
I'm going to give you some terrible thrills
Like a
Science Fiction Double Feature
Dr. X will build
Hard
1,2 and 3
Watching DVD's
BIC never on easy street
Fall down 7 times get up 8 no matter where I be
On the map I keep that as my philosophy
I could go through two-week
Things where I could just get fucked
Up and then explore that
And then be done with that when I got
Over it then make some
on tracks with Mos Def
When you call him Kwa-li or Kwe-li, I put him on songs with Jay-Z
I'm the Gap like Banana Republic and Old Navy, and ooh
It come out
dick
Too many niggas, not enough hoes
And some of you niggas, acting like hoes
Stay to myself like loners do
Get high by myself, I'm not in the mood
coincidence or by happenstance, it's by design
By the year 2015
They gon' have 70% of our community locked up
I'm talking about blacks gonna be locked up
coincidence or by happenstance, it's by design
By the year 2015
They gon' have 70% of our community locked up
I'm talking about blacks gonna be locked up
done had it up to here with all you niggas talking that bitch shit
So you better get your shit right
I'm from the state where you rarely see
through pain
I was missing from school cause
I was going through things
Now I'm getting this money feel
Like I'm going through change
Niggas driving me
she sedated me
I am the coochie man I get wilder when you be tame
Was tryin' to screw thee dane, but the woman had cootie thangs
If you techa nina for
I'm going
Away, ayy, oh
And I don't even know where I'm going
Tell me, where's this party? Ayy, oh
11: 30 by my phone time
I grew up in my own time
I
of King Dedede
Loaded up the bong and I'm ready to hit
Hot momma by my side rubbing her clit
She says that our rhymes are fucking lit
I'ma launch that
(Enviyon on the mix)
I don't think that you get it, if I see spot I'ma take it
I'm probably gone stand out in the crowd, to blend in I would have
I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of Suburbia
The bible of "none of the above"
On a steady diet of
Soda Pop and Ritalin
No one ever died
to eat then?
I don't know
Ok look, like I'm sick of this shit
Every time I ask you don't ever want to pick
You get mad when I don't want
To eat what you
chick even where the kids at
I was inside screwing around
Where the bricks at
Pull up in the drop, hater how you get that
I make them even madder when I
get there I'll turn the key
When I get there I'll know
I don't know where I'm going
But I'm going and I'll know it when I get there
Can't wait
from here
When every sense is in mono
Walk by faith, you appear
I want to live in stereo
I can't get there from here
Without a G\od-directed go
boots that I'm itching to rummage
Two quid in my back pocket who knows what I'll spend it on
A well-used telescope or maybe even Tron
On DVD, because I
Four years in the making
Might ramble here quite a bit
So take a seat, gather round
Welcome all to my shortlist
Of what I'm going through, I wanted
like somebody inserted a fucking DVD of my life
Proceeding to press on rewind a thousand times
Until it seemed that all that I internalized had come
don't know where you're going
You don't know where you're going when you're lost
What you need is more direction and get yourself some protection
I
to be a mercenary
Now I work in a merchant bank, I'm well-liked by the senior ranks
Though behind my back the juniors call me fairy
And how can I
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