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no word for wack
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R.A.P. Ferreira
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Why my brain so heavy? Why you hate so steady? Why they pay Slow Reggie? Why that gatefold?empty? I'm?just wonderin' (Just?wonderin') Who the marks and who the?sharks is? Who the shooter and who the target? Who the ruler of the market? Who keep the balance and make deposits? I'm just, I'm just wonderin', I'm just wonderin' How you faced yourself today? how you, how you Been placating that rage? how you, how you Been staying entertained? how you, how you Plan to feed yourself today? I'm just wonderin' If your mind was truly focused, if your grind was really honed in If your baby mama noticed, I'm just wonderin' If you made plans to keep it goin', I'm just wonderin' It was that purpose that you had, where that, where that? Gucci purse you said you had, where them, where them? Folk you said you know, where them, where them? Places you don't go, I'm just wonderin' I'm just, I'm just, I'm just wonderin' And it drip, and it drip, and it drip And it drip drip drip drip drip on my planet No we don't have no word for black We don't have a word for wack There's no need for that in fact on my planet We all make contact, eyes and hands and backs Feed each other snacks and never forgot how to relax On my planet we all just be chillin' Ain't nobody worried about stealin' or killin' Corporate dealings or bills piled to the ceilin' On my planet, time is an old friend, here to Place you in the beginning and replace you in the end On my planet We told all colonists to can it Never learned Spanish or Portuguese or even transatlantic On my planet, we keep all of our things so precious Open up our minds to psychic nexus And investigate mysteries that perplex us We think in fifths and feel in thirds Fly with words and cry tears of joy when we accomplish all the absurd Listen to the wind, let it touch us when we need it Our curiosity is a daemon, please don't ever forget to feed it On my planet Walk up in the buildin' like I'm sposed to be here Speak up homie, you supposed to be clear If you a phony well you need to beware 'Cause we head loppin' and bread gobblin' up most what you see here I hear and see many things, my currency is anything that do the dance I'm a doodle bob smokin' Hoobastank Yeah, who would think In Three Days Grace, I'd be retelling the Story of the Year to your face Ok, newsprint don't say that, yet still we do our thing Blueprint is Payback so, Get Out The Way The armature's the same thing as the arm, but inanimate The amateur's the same thing as the author, but elaborate If I don't break it down, I'm a candidate for your scrutiny And I manage to manage it usefully Uh, I'm noticing a difference between two images of the same origin Big red circle on my thumbnail again While I mumble to get all the drunks here in check I'm highlighting, my eyes widening yet again I just pretend, I recommend ripping out a bitter tooth The path's lit, if you think it too quick Nourish the hole into a home spot It's sort of nippy, but of course the treasure trove's hot
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