Let's give it up for the fabulous {*scratched: "King Tee*}
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Fa-fabulous {*scratched: "King Tee*}
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Let's give it up for the fabulous {*scratched: "King Tee*}
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Fa, fa-fa-fabulous {*scratched: "King Tee*}
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[King Tee]
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All aboard the mothership, prepare to set sail
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Lyrics fat, swell as a killer whale
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Enemies approachin, identify yourself
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They're raisin up the flag, backin up they get to blast
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Open fire, cannons let loose
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Shut 'em down like the spruce goose
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Captain aye aye, they still floatin
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Give the order - blow they punk ass out the ocean, got 'em
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Drink hit the dank as they sink to the bottom
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Schools of sharks circles then the sea turned all purple
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Even Jacques Costeau punk-ass was scared to go
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And that just goes to show to uhh, let you know, uhh
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As I chill again like Gilligan and the Skipper
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A nigga kickin it with two hoes like Jack Tripper
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Swabbin the deck, just stabbin in my cabin
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Rubbed the magic lamp and out popped Aladdin like "What's happenin?"
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I said, "What's up? I want my rhymes to be the dopest
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Ala.. cadabara.. hocus pocus
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You think they can see me?" He said, "Nope not really
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cause the fog's in the air plus you're way out there"
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[Chorus]
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When you look up in the sky, ohh me oh my
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It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a god damn shame
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Tela come wicked and you best beware
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You will see when he kick it that he's way out there
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[King Tee]
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My style pattern's unique, exquisite, so come visit
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Exhibit A through G, through Z, E-N-T
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Stuck your equilibrium on activate
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Captivate the ear and then his eyesockets upon my pockets
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I left him in suspense, who's the, tribes and crews?
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Competition none exists bitches be blowin me kisses
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Others fall like missiles, the cap was artificially flavored
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My first verse, it quenched your thirst
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For instance, I'm makin people boogie but yet
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from long distance, causin it to interfere with your hemisphere
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Flee, it's a G recipe
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It get you hooked, havin fits off my shit
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[Chorus]
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[King Tee]
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They wanna wipe us out! I think they hate us
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Killers with the pencils and the papers and erasers
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I'm comin through ya living room boom, shok-a-lok-a boom
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Shake ya whole area, break your sound barrier
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So wake up if you sleep cause like a clock I tock I'm tickin
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Early bird, get the worm, and I stopped slangin chickens
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but I still be kickin facts, black, black on black crime
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Why the hell you jackin me? I don't have a damn dime
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My skills kill you like a deer with my spear
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When it rains it pours he fell from the tier off the third floor
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The pieces of the puzzle huh, figure it out
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And start fuckin around and we'll be diggin you out
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And it's just that simple put the thang up to your temple
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And now you got a permanent dimple
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It's King, Tee, the name nigga and don't get snotty
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Better knock on some doors and ask somebody (yeah)
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So fuck that other shit and grab my hand with all your might
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cause I'ma show you what that West coast like
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The flavor's unbelievable, nutritious, delicious
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Nigga when the Tee get loose it gets vicious
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[both parts scratched ad lib for four bars]
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Let's give it up for the fabulous {*"King Tee"*}
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[Chorus] - 2X
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{*"King Tee" scratched*}
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Way Out There
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King Tee |