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I'm a pale imitator of a boy in the sky
With a cap in his hand and a knot in his tie
I'm the light in the mall when the power is gone
The shadow in the corner, just playin' along
I'ma lay right in my bed, I'm rolling aside
But if I get a car, I'm roamin' to rob
Because I know if I ever chill of livin' to you
You've got a volunteer, and you don't know what to do
You'd stop
You wanna do it
But you don't know what you doin' baby
You wanna feel it,
But you don't know what you're feeling tonight
And if you're thinking
That I don't know what you're thinking, baby
You go on thinking
And you gonna make it alright
I'm impregnable, incredible, the setting of quo
I'm at Lay Chimirida, not a heart and soI got a Saturday night, and nothing is dead
And if I ever had to do it, well,
You know I wouldn't care
I just kicked down, I love when I'm seen
Yeah, and if I'm on a tour back, the message is free
Then there's a fire, a ray, a knot in sight
And if you get popped here, you get 'em a lot
You get a heart-ache
You wanna do it
But you don't know what you doin' baby
You wanna feel it,
But you don't know what you're feeling tonight
And if you're thinking
That I don't know what you're thinking, baby
You go on thinking
And you gonna make it alright
Every time we try, we get nowhere
Wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people, yeah?
Tryin' so hard to act like we don't care
But it's true, you do,
Nothing is left, so I guess I'm right
New word, onomateopoeia, boom
Quit actin' like you don't wanna be here
Fuck around and get jumped like leap year
Glock and a glove make you
Really wanna leave me a-lone
Get the fuck on, go'n
Okay, okay, okay, back to the happy songs
Rap ain't nothin' but an auto-talkin' shit
My girl look pretty up there ridin' dick
My plaid past, my solid future
Astronaut ass and a gorgeous coochie
I'm an outcast, but you're into me
Summer got mad 'cause winter blew me
That Juicy Fruit, that splooshie-sploosh
Generation X on bloop-de-bloop
Get duked out, or get dookie-duked
Er'rybody hit the floor, we through the roof
Like a chimney, now come in me
How come it be? Some lame man
Nigga talkin' 'bout 'Aw, he don't rap enoughBut y'all rap a lot and I'm like 'Wrap it up, hoeYe ain't Scarface, ye ain't Willie D
Ye ain't Bushwick, ye ain't killin' me
Better play with ya ma'fuckin' mama
Betcha still stay witcha ma'fuckin' mama
Keep sleepin' on me, I'ma rock my pajamas
In the daytime, I swear, I promise
Dare a nigga say somethin', tear a nigga face off
How come blacks don't play baseball?
Y'all white, know y'all can taste
All this fly shit
I stay finna take off
Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing
Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing
Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing
Ye ain't fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang
Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing
Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing
Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing
Well, is you really Slick Rick? Nope, you just ain't a thing
Bet it up, head erupts
A lava language and a vocal volcanic
If it ain't fixed, don't broke it, don't panic
If it ain't this, it ain't shit, goddammit
If it ain't this, it ain't dope, it don't flush
And if it ain't hip or don't hop, well then hush
'Man, they sound like', 'Man, they stole yo'Man, they look like', nope, it ain't us
Ah, do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing
Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing
Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing
Is you really Slick Rick? No, you just ain't a thing
Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing
Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing
Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing
Ye ain't fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang
Every time we try, we get nowhere
Wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people, yeah?
Tryin' so hard to act like we don't care
But it's true, you do,
Nothin' is left, so I guess I'm right
Flip the page, our days are revelations (hide)
Space is strange, doctor, I've got no patience
Oh, it's all a part of the process (okay, okay)
Nothin's new, it's true, cool, I admit,
Shhh! I guess you're right
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