Whether in a penthouse or a cave dweller I can tell you ´bout now I´m not a fortune teller Grab a treat from Yosi my muffin seller Got mad technique like Rudy Van Gelder
And yes I got a plan I´m a carry out it Yes I´m pro-choice I´m a scream and shout it Yes I love life and I try not to doubt it Yes I´m gonna party ´cause I´m ´bout it ´bout it When it rains I don´t use an umbrella When I write rhymes, I use indeli-ble ink That will make you think Flowing like water that you love to drink
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Sweet like a ??? filled with Nutella Creamy like buffalo mozzarella Sneaking around you know I smell ya Well I play ya like a peanut and throw the shell ya Well I could give a fuzz if ya think you´re a baller
I gets ´em ??? ?? well you fall smaller Middle school rapper and a proud yes y´aller If ya think about your grandma go ahead call her From the East Coast so I don´t say hella At the mic stand my performance is stellar Pop the tape in and I listen to fella I give a little shout to Nelson Mandela
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Known for the words that make you scream and holler I´m Count Dooku to your Queen Amidala Give a shout to Spiro or John Waller I´m a student of the game and a bona fide scholar So ease up on the bong to ease that coughin´ Butter´s on the table now watch it soften
Bring in those beats and I´m a bring them often I´m a keep rappin´ when I´m in my coffin Like a mind gone mad that is unwinding In a padded room the walls you´re climbing Don´t sign on the line if it looks binding Ya have to get loose and find the lining