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That's what you won't do The mind's all a flutter, no pigs on the gig No swine for the supper No wine in the cupboard Everything of mine must show signs of the suffer And keep you abreast of the utter, struggle To keep it all fresh like tupper One of the tougher ginger bread men out the cutter Skin ain't Huck Finn but I ain't n***a Jim motherf**ker I'm more like Clubber, from the upper cut of the gutter Never kow tow I won't bow down to the bull like Calcutta That ain't what I'm rapping for I'd rather be a matador So ta ta, rathеr raw I know that sounds f**ked up like a repеrtoire But there's no Ruth's Chris if I lose so I choose To keep em seeing red like crips and pirus He the guy who rides the haikus Schooled at Cooley High, who has the not to Till its time to rise up, ride for our views Tired of all the lies won't abide by ya'll rules AK's and IQ's, so my skies are light blue To move towards it I had the root for it Like the home team, now they all lean Singing that Queen Somebody To Love rap, city Boheme We all champ-eens; you don't wanna bite the dust Better stay on your scene I drop the lyric, Woodbine, Bokeem You can doc*ment it, Columbine bowling I got the spirit, I require no wings A fly MC, riveting my passions To buy pro wings, then wear 'em on the cover of your magazines Feeling real Yeti in my size fourteens tryna trump to lean, blue
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