OK Senoir
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I'm reloaded!
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(Moochy moochy)
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Calling all guards to catch the chaps at large
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You pack the bong brother? changing of the Avon Guard
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You Cats on charge?
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Well I ask you can I kick it?
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Well that's the magic ticket
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I'm the usher in the theatre, Screenin' Jack Slater
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It's my never ending story that creates my fantasia
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Poetical landscaper who bakes the mad flavours
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Puff the magic on my rough track and hey,
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It's my damn nature
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Pu- Puffin the herb
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Ohhhh Lord this is track murder
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Hit the town with 73... in my backburner
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Bliss the broadcaster - Bringing you the live data
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I hold my lightsaber swinging through the skyscrapers
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Feel the gorgeous air travel to my fortress lair
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(It's the invisible, extravagent extrordinare)
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I project my words on the canvas of the promised land
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Picture this hollowman standing as a hologram
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Welcome to my wonderful world of word wizardry
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(B-B-B-B-Bounce to the beat)
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Welcome to my wonderful world of word wizardry
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(wizardry, wizardry (b-b-b-bounce to the beat)
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Yo! I teach monkeys how to wrestle
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In a spandex suit
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Then send them to steal Roger Ramjets boots
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A circle of psychos, I hang with the realest,
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To shoot sh*t with a gang of gorillas
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They call me Mad Max a Million
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The abstract chamelion
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Who gets his hustle on in a jam packed pavillion
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I'm sunlight for those, who live in the dark
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So let me grab the bat and send this b*tch out the park
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Yeah
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I'm the mack with no money
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Still livin it up like mr happy go lucky
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Every kid wants to fly
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Every dog has his day
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So everything I write is another wall that I break
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Duck down, when I'm coming through the door
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Jugglin chainsaws and running from the law
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It's a bird, It's a plane, Nah it's me when I write,
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Flippin off you motherf*cka's on my BMX bike
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Welcome to my wonderful world of word wizardry
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(B-B-B-B-Bounce to the beat)
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Welcome to my wonderful world of word wizardry
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(wizardry, wizardry (b-b-b-bounce to the beat)
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In this human culture
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My soul has just diffused my motor
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And I'm a pull the f**kin plug on this human Choser
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I'm a keep rappin till they catch the supernova
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Straight start slangin out the back of my lunar rover
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I'm that moon strider, that looney tune writer
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That parachute lagoon diver
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Air balloon glider
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It's Shako, the twelve monkey time transporter
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Audio, NVA the rhyme transformer
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I take world famous models to an all you can eat
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Rib House then back to mine to slaughter the meat
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I'm an audio freak and by a quater to three,
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You'll get a hum dum dinger when you order from me
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I made a porno for free, at Oporto's with three,
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Midget bitches call me audio theif
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It's lumber jack Macca here to open your mind up
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He's verbally violent like Oprah's vagina
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Wise Up
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(In tune-in tune-in tune-tune-tune-tune)
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Mexican Spit Fire
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Bliss N Eso |