Yeah, I want it and they need it. I stay on it, it's no secret.
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So I talk you through telekinesis then bomb like Banksy, you better believe it.
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I want it and they need it. I stay on it, it's no secret.
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So I talk you through telekinesis then bomb like Banksy, you better believe it.
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Yo, see I did it for you, I did it for myself, I did it for the crew.
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And when we did it is was felt being phony is the only fucking image that'll sell.
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In a room full of mirrors taking pictures of yourself.
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So I hit em with the belt like Pooty Tang.
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Tell him pull your finger out and introduce my gang.
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MC's, R Freaks, DJs, dreamers, story tellers,
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trickers that preach that freedom.
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Smokers, painters, lovers of the music,
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your fam, your clan, the hussle for improvement.
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The lives, the lies, the roof's on fire,
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set that stage ablaze and crush crews all night.
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I'm that little bugger with a boombox bangin.
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If ya can't hang better move on madame,
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cause every moment is honestly magic
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like South Park writers at the Oscars on acid.
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I want it and they need it. I stay on it, it's no secret.
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So I talk you through telekinesis then bomb like Banksy, you better believe it.
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I want it and they need it. I stay on it, it's no secret.
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So I talk you through telekinesis then bomb like Banksy, you better believe it.
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As a kid, shit I liked to challenge what my limit is.
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And with that pencil, used to draw a lot of images.
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Now I draw on the mental with the pencil
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but it's the words that writes that serve the paint what the picture is.
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The lyricist in art is like autumn is fall,
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so these songs are like the drawings that we don on the wall.
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Cast the erase spray in Jonathan's view mode,
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breakin out the silence like the wall is a cruso.
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Blue ocean, hungry, orange box and bungee.
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There and back again, it's like hopscotch in country.
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My crew's on the move in one jet we're flyin,
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with my sights set on that sunset horizon.
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Sippin sake with Mr. Miyagi, droppin crane he can knock you out, wisdom of Ghandi.
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Facin my fears head on, so I'm into the fray.
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When it's black and I'm white it's like the end of the grey, let it play.
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I want it and they need it. I stay on it, it's no secret.
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So I talk you through telekinesis then bomb like Banksy, you better believe it. [x4]
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Bomb Like Banksy
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Bliss N Eso |