Watch me do my thing
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Get lost into my scene
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Get hot, like New Orleans
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In Cosby crew and jeans
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Do not awaken, stare a lot and vacant
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Living in conditions of the modern matrix
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Only bad rhymes running proper naked
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Only point I made you with the bullet was a paper
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I ain't here to fight some dude, and fuck around with his past
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I'd rather light your mood and burn it down with the house
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Eat your heart from the groove on account of the bounce
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And lick her like Tom Cruise, up and down on a couch
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Status never mattered, ever acted whether I love Christine
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Like Christina Aguilera, just let yourself go
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Matter Pressure and endevour that is better left
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Christine track a record to let you all know
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Would the kings even home us
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But to these kingdoms it won't just
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Slap a rapper like Solange Knowles
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To the gathering known all that matter like a black hole
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And it's all good
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And it's all good
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And it's all good
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And it's all good
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I feel like Bobby Fisher
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Always four moves ahead of
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My competition, listen they ain't gonna stop me ever
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I feel as large as Biggie, swear it could not get better
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I feel in charge like Biggie, wearing that Cosby sweater
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Wearing that Cosby sweater
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Wearing that Cosby sweater
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Wearing that Cosby sweater
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Wearing that Cosby sweater
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Wearing that Cosby sweater
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I'mma step up every chance when I rumble
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They all call me champ of the Jungle
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It's fitting
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I'mma get drunk and dance like your uncle
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Until I'm all hands like your uncle
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I'm kidding
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The venomous, and then until' I enter, then it's over
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When I'm spitting venom, I'm as generous as Oprah
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You get a scar! You get a scar! You get a scar!
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Me drunk in the back of a rental car
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Pat Benatar, love is a battlefield
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Here to get you out your seat like a battle drill
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I'm in the saddle still, a little saddle sore
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Smash you out the stratosphere, flashy as a matador
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When I'm dressed like Theo's Dad
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In a cougie listening to Kool G Rap
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I won't beat around the bush like a seventies porn
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I'll make you wish that you never been born
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And it's all good
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And it's all good
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And it's all good
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And it's all good
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I feel like Bobby Fisher
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Always four moves ahead of
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My competition, listen they ain't gonna stop me ever
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I feel as large as Biggie, swear it could not get better
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I feel in charge like Biggie, wearing that Cosby sweater
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Wearing that Cosby sweater
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Wearing that Cosby sweater
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Wearing that Cosby sweater
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Wearing that Cosby sweater
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Wearing that Cosby sweater
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Take a ride on the bus out of this alley
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We could fire up the night like Prince Harry
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Fuck the high life, we could vibe like
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We got wirelines hanging from behind like we're just married
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I'll turn the art form into a bloodsport
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I make peace, bow out of it pea-brain
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They wanna run the streets like parkour
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I'd rather run these tracks like a steam train
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I feel like Bobby Fisher
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Always four moves ahead of
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My competition, listen they ain't gonna stop me ever
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I feel as large as Biggie, swear it could not get better
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I feel in charge like Biggie, wearing that Cosby sweater
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Wearing that Cosby sweater
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Wearing that Cosby sweater
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Wearing that Cosby sweater
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Wearing that Cosby sweater
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Wearing that Cosby sweater
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