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every time I hit the track you should just throw in your towels
‘cause every time you try to mack, it’s like you’re moving your bowels
you can spin the wheel of fortune, but I’m buying the vowels
to put the ‘O’s inside your groupies, floozies, hoes and your cows
now, I’m officially proclaimed game, the world’s greatest
man, don’t even try to play this, stuff’s reduced just like a playlist
full of John Tesh, jaundice, describes your true color
and I’m spitting it so sick, I must be dating your mother
oh no, he didn't! yes, he did
allow me to introduce myself, ‘round here they call me ‘the kid’
except I don't play for The Penguins, man, that’s a trite misconception
although I do shoot for the face, I call it sight contraception
the lesson of today's lecture: don't be acting like Hector
or you can feel on these Achilles till you're covered in nectar
which means you're my dog- I'd advise that you disappear
yo, is that hair gel you’re got running down the back of your ear?

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oh snap! quick hits and quips
to rip the face off the disgrace you like to call your shit
oh snap! you got a stutter or tick
another masochistic statistic, step off of the-

it’s not surprising, I’m arising from the ashes like phoenix
telling the bros you takin’ blows like a community Kleenex
you shoulda seen us on track, attacking Rick Ross rhythms
after one spit, saw pieces fit just like the Tool track, ‘Schism’
and that’s the irony, a rock background and mosh-pitting
taken to a life of lyricism, laid-back and smitten
the written word just like a love affair- glazed eyes and mussed hair
eloped one night to make rap right, before mainstream could prepare
I dare you to try to find a single phrase out of place
and I object to fouling out, ‘cause it don’t get me on base
you gotta face the reality, you’re just outta these leagues
when we roll 20,000 deep, don’t even speak about greed
this is the forefront of change, initial wave of destruction
pulling up the skirt, exposing all the dirt and corruption
so before you pick that mic up, take a minute, reconsider
‘cause a public castration’ll tend to make a man bitter

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swift with the stride, I’m taking pride in my full-frontal delivery
no marauder any toddler’d take the substance you’re giving me
vividly, no hesitation, raping all of your words
changing the predicates but keeping all the nouns and the verbs
adjectives- abstract kids use them to drown out a meaning
by inadvertently diverting any thoughts intervening
a cognitive collaboration, that creates adaptation
to maybe make you take a second look around at your nation
but his is rap, right? screw it, soothe ‘em over with arrogance
sell ‘em diamonds, don’t start rhyming about finding the terrorists
that exist behind a doctorate which claims we’re all equal
government of the people, by the people, for the people
yeah right, you’re civic-mind’s about as large as your phallus
and after adding up your talent, I see why you’re callous
your creativity’s a causality, but the dread flows on
man, you were dead before you even put the headphones on

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every time I hit the track you should just throw in your towels   ‘cause every time you try to mack, it’s like you’re moving your bowels   you can spin the wheel of fortune, but I’m buying the vowels   to put the ‘O’s inside your groupies, floozies, hoes and your cows   now, I’m officially proclaimed game, the world’s greatest   man, don’t even try to play this, stuff’s reduced just like a playlist   full of John Tesh, jaundice, describes your true color   and I’m spitting it so sick, I must be dating your mother   oh no, he didn't! yes, he did   allow me to introduce myself, ‘round here they call me ‘the kid’   except I don't play for The Penguins, man, that’s a trite misconception   although I do shoot for the face, I call it sight contraception   the lesson of today's lecture: don't be acting like Hector   or you can feel on these Achilles till you're covered in nectar   which means you're my dog- I'd advise that you disappear   yo, is that hair gel you’re got running down the back of your ear?      (chorus:)   oh snap! quick hits and quips   to rip the face off the disgrace you like to call your shit   oh snap! you got a stutter or tick   another masochistic statistic, step off of the-      it’s not surprising, I’m arising from the ashes like phoenix   telling the bros you takin’ blows like a community Kleenex   you shoulda seen us on track, attacking Rick Ross rhythms   after one spit, saw pieces fit just like the Tool track, ‘Schism’   and that’s the irony, a rock background and mosh-pitting   taken to a life of lyricism, laid-back and smitten   the written word just like a love affair- glazed eyes and mussed hair   eloped one night to make rap right, before mainstream could prepare   I dare you to try to find a single phrase out of place   and I object to fouling out, ‘cause it don’t get me on base   you gotta face the reality, you’re just outta these leagues   when we roll 20,000 deep, don’t even speak about greed   this is the forefront of change, initial wave of destruction   pulling up the skirt, exposing all the dirt and corruption   so before you pick that mic up, take a minute, reconsider   ‘cause a public castration’ll tend to make a man bitter      (chorus)      swift with the stride, I’m taking pride in my full-frontal delivery   no marauder any toddler’d take the substance you’re giving me   vividly, no hesitation, raping all of your words   changing the predicates but keeping all the nouns and the verbs   adjectives- abstract kids use them to drown out a meaning   by inadvertently diverting any thoughts intervening   a cognitive collaboration, that creates adaptation   to maybe make you take a second look around at your nation   but his is rap, right? screw it, soothe ‘em over with arrogance   sell ‘em diamonds, don’t start rhyming about finding the terrorists   that exist behind a doctorate which claims we’re all equal   government of the people, by the people, for the people   yeah right, you’re civic-mind’s about as large as your phallus   and after adding up your talent, I see why you’re callous   your creativity’s a causality, but the dread flows on    man, you were dead before you even put the headphones on       (chorus)