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Excellence, set it off like Genesis, Exodus Ladies and gentlemen, focus on the swinging of the pendulum Good for nothin's, hold your tongue like a befriendulum Catch me at the aqueduct Had a couple ponies pay the charges I've been rackin' up Homegirl tried to catch me, had to let her know I'm no good for actin', 'cept for actin' up You can catch the acupuncture, if you act a punk Pack 'em in and pack 'em up, jump around Roundin' up the fakers for to break 'em in; paper thin, crumble out Chillin' on a number cloud; less than 10, more than 8 Went from tut to honest Abe ; not a grade, modern great Not a game, topless since I got in shape Show it off, not ashamed Absent from communion and immunity to iocain Lions, tigers, spider veins By the way, I ain't scared of Big Brother, love my little sister I didn't vote, already got enough stickers I still be myself, even when folks snicker Folks don't be theyself, even when they ate snickers Solstice, equinox, off to date a stripper So slick when it's raining I don't need a slicker SongtexteScreening phone calls, seldom do I pick up Contravening corn balls and sellin' corn liquor Miss a' mine, hit her like the candelabra Blah blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah Hahaha, L-O-L, B-R-B, S-M-H, smiley face, whatever resonate Hope you have a pleasant day, my favorite color is heather gray I shaved my 'stache, I had a rash but it just went away My name is written in a language you could never say My height and weight make up a number that you better play When I ain't writin', I be fighting MMA When I ain't spittin' lightin', I be drinkin' lemonade My, gotta shield your eyes from all the light I emanate My early shit was a big influence on Hemmingway This fly In loving memory of Dwight's pops, patron saint of the fish-fry In NY pigs post pics of the pigsty Get a loadda this shit, get a loadda this guy Knuckle to you head bro, like "hello McFly" Alla' y'all lookalikes look alive Just in the nick of time, I part my lips and lick off like a nickel nine And smear erythromycin on a simple mind [Part 2: Aesop Rock] My horse drinks on its own, I ain't gotta do shit True grit from a coup to tell you "my dude's piff" Please hold for the high noon kid Roll dice, move chips, push lice, go big Key I lose slips, toss foods in the cauldron Add salt, now you got a nice stew goin' Protectors of the realm keep a jester at the helm The bells are like a heckler, the hell is not conjecture, fella Cold stone wall; Schröder, what's the protocol? Slow your roll and don't approach the homie during multi-bowl Don't approach the pokey bowler, pay to fear the finger-tax Roll his weed for 7 days, I'll let you get the pinky back (maybe) Pie people climb through the fray On coals when he walk, on time when he late Step into the time loop, scan the room for side boob And slide out, back with the slime in the tide pool Find that eye of the typhoon, it's my house All I know is night moves, fried food, and dry mouth Haiku and magpies dyin' to peck your eyes out Fly from the argyles to the barbed wire crown The golden oldies, holy water to the witches I never heard of water under bridges, what is it? Wait, I can't pretend to care, I'm busy down in Herald Square Standing on a soapbox, yellin' out "repent, the end is near!" The children and their parents, who assure them "yes, that man is weird" Maybe so, maybe though that doesn't mean death isn't here It got a little dark there for a second I'm terrible at parties, I'm wonderful at Tetris I'm number 1 for anybody down to fudge the metrics I'm Dumbledore for anybody down to smudge the lenses I'm MENSA if you down to numb the senses If none of the above apply, I'm just another dummy in detention Somewhere between "I hate you all" and hungry for affection Come jump into the tempest with the lovers and the lepers (suckers) PSYOPs climb through blind spots Whilst good vibes get the pine box kibosh Rock bottom just got deeper I bump Sun Ra and dodge frogs from the ether Wear sweatpants every day; are less a problem, more a feature The posse is bottom feeders and possibly Hot For Teacher Keep a wolf at the door, bull by the horns, Dewey's on a sword Keys to the city plus code to the green room Toothpick throne one a pyramid of cheese cubes None for you; Sam you can have some; Chris, get it Lice Aus Songtexte Mania