Song parody of
O le Le
by Ozomatli
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I'm comin for ya
I'm in the cut
Creepin' up
Now I'm on ya
It goes to the break of dawn
And it just don't stop
Lyric fist fights
Brothers, we don't need no glocks
It goes peace
If you come to see me rebel
Tunafish will come ready
Like I was Edie Brickell
I'm everlasting
Never will my head expand
This publisher is clearing house
Like I was Ed McMahon
I'll get you open
like a bullet wound
Come test the repertoire
And I'll connect a right cross
To your upper jaw
I'm on my toes
All my foes beware
'Cause Tunafish will tackle flows
Like I'm Rosie Greer
I'm here to tell you the response
Is choice
Comin' to smother the brother
With the monster voice
Is going to wipe slow specimen
I got the hype, so listen in
Lyrical nitroglycerin
We pack a punch like an earthquake set
Comin' through your tape deck
Is how we shape-shift
So all you critics out
There take shelter
Or you'll be on my conveyor belt
When I melt ya
I'm comin for ya
I'm in the cut
Creepin' up
Now I'm on ya
It goes to the break of dawn
And it just don't stop
Lyric fist fights
Brothers, we don't need no glocks
It goes peace
If you come to see me rebel
Tunafish will come ready
Like I was Edie Brickell
I'm everlasting
Never will my head expand
This publisher is clearing house
Like I was Ed McMahon
I'll get you open
like a bullet wound
Come test the repertoire
And I'll connect a right cross
To your upper jaw
I'm on my toes
All my foes beware
'Cause Tunafish will tackle flows
Like I'm Rosie Greer
I'm here to tell you the response
Is choice
Comin' to smother the brother
With the monster voice
Is going to wipe slow specimen
I got the hype, so listen in
Lyrical nitroglycerin
We pack a punch like an earthquake set
Comin' through your tape deck
Is how we shape-shift
So all you critics out
There take shelter
Or you'll be on my conveyor belt
When I melt ya
