| Prince Paul already used this loop
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| But I’mma keep it moving and put you up on the scoop now
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| I first saw the Earth in 78
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| Around the same time that rap music saw its first plate
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| Nowadays my aim’s to be a kingpin with words
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| Kids will jock my personality like King Tim the third
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| Word to the fatback queen with the sugar hills
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| A Jimmy Spicer verse without the payment of a dollar bill
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| I gots to chill though on thinking about sex
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| Cause it’s risky for my third leg or should I say the second neck
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| Connect the dots with all the faggots making records
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| Who couldn’t suck a dick or put the gloss on they upper lip
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| They can’t fuck with this I’m just too vivid
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| Like rainbows falling out the sky that turn liquid
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| My word systems turn your scene to tangerine
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| The kid sees colors flashing wild on his movie screen
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| Red and yellow and pink and green
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| Purple and orange and blue
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| I can sing a rainbow
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| I can sing a rainbow
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| I love most brothers but someone told me that I burn bridges
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| I simply use a rapper bones to build to build my furniture
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| I work with the aesthetic of a brain medic
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| Cutting up the reels with crystal shards to make a tape edit
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| I take lettuce, onions, tomato
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| Add a dab of mayo plus the fish fillet-o
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| Appetizing gray matter with a strange platter
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| The symmetry of energy with chemistry and plasma
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| After you latch on to lost masters
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| Come back to re-evaluate the now chapter
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| Style masters born to make classics
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| And paint canvas geometric break dancers
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| The almighty made Saturn caves and caverns
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| The flames of magma rivers in Niagara
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| All of this beauty can be yours to discover
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| Can’t you see it brother?
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| Without the LSD I see colors
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| Red and yellow and gray and black
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| Are the colors that represent my past
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| But now they’re just a part of the shadows of my mind |