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Yeah, I know who I am, and where I stand I am just a grain of sand getting washed from Gods hands I am nothing but a lamb in the great expanse An ape staring into space, so damn insignificant Primal on the vinyl, I am cro-magnificent Title after title cos I’m programmed different Dictate a flow that toe-tags dissidents No, my man, we don’t go ham, listen in We go Jon Hamm, with the double M, triple threat Nice day, isn’t it? Not for workaholics Open Logic, and work the program like an alcoholic Man, anybody fucking with P, I’ll beat you like Tyson Beat Larry Homes out of love for Ali Suffa MC, tell me now, who wanna Suffa? Want them nuts on your chin like Ponda Baba? Nuh-uh Listen, I don’t wanna fall through the cracks Like some cigarette ash, on Scott Storch’s keyboard So, let me bring it back to these tracks where we snack On these hacks, that’s you all know me for, Ooft Ooft You'll get bodied in the booth I'm not worried 'bout a Thing that you might say It goes Ooft God almighty, we the truth (Truth) SongtexteLa-di-da-di-dow-da-de-de-da-di-day It’s just the way of man, staring up into the great expanse We’ve been making plans, howling at the moon until the day advance Taking out the trash, you’re getting put in your place I keep one foot upon your throat the other foot in the grave So kill my vibe, I’m still alright, can’t be stripped of the essence I’ve hit my strides signified but the vicious intentions Still they try to vilify and kill the progression Like a stripper inside a gift I’m trying to live in the present Ooft, we fight the madness we know It’s sad your battling my shadow when I’ve survived the baddest of both Dagger and cloak, bro I hope you die from gagging on smoke That’s why I’m pissing on the fire you’ve been fanning your hope Sometimes I stop and wonder why conjuring something bothers others They ain't gonna love you just to love you like Donna Summers We’re conquerors brother, just drop the gun and Don’t be so reckless, put down your arms like Ponda Baba Ooft You'll get bodied in the booth I'm not worried 'bout a Thing that you might say It goes Ooft Don't want money either (Truth) La-di-da-da-di-di-da-di-day Ooft You'll get bodied in the booth I'm not worried 'bout a Thing that you might say It goes Ooft Don't want money either (Truth) La-di-da-da-di-di-da-di-day Aus Songtexte Mania