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    I'm a pale imitator of a boy in the sky
    With a cap in his hand and a knot in his tie
    I'm the light in the mall when the power is gone
    The shadow in the corner, just playin' along
    I'ma lay right in my bed, I'm rolling aside
    But if I get a car, I'm roamin' to rob
    Because I know if I ever chill of livin' to you
    You've got a folding chair, and you don't know what to do
    You'd stop

    You wanna do it
    But you don't know what you doin' baby
    You wanna feel it,
    But you don't know what you're feeling tonight
    And if you're thinking
    That I don't know what you're thinking, baby
    You go on thinking
    And you gonna make it alright

    I'm impregnable, incredible, the setting of quo
    I'm at Lay Chimirida, not a heart and so'
    I got a Saturday night, and nothing is dead
    And if I ever had to do it, well,
    You know I wouldn't care
    I just kicked down, I love when I'm seen
    Yeah, and if I'm on a tour back, the message is free
    Then there's a fire, a ray, a knot in sight
    And if you get popped here, you get 'em a lot
    You get a heart, bake

    You wanna do it
    But you don't know what you doin' baby
    You wanna feel it,
    But you don't know what you're feeling tonight
    And if you're thinking
    That I don't know what you're thinking, baby
    You go on thinking
    And you gonna make it alright

    Every time we try, we get nowhere
    Wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people, yeah?
    Tryin' so hard to act like we don't care
    But it's true, you do,
    Nothing is left, so I guess I'm right

    New word, onomateopoeia, boom
    Quit actin' like you don't wanna be here
    Fuck around and get jumped like leap year
    Glock and a glove make you
    Really wanna leave me a-lone
    Get the fuck on, go'n
    Okay, okay, okay, back to the happy songs
    Rap ain't nothin' but an auto-talkin' shit
    My girl look pretty up there ridin' dick
    My plaid past, my solid future
    Astronaut ass and a gorgeous coochie
    I'm an outcast, but you're into me
    Summer got mad 'cause winter blew me
    That Juicy Fruit, that splooshie-sploosh
    Generation X on bloop-de-bloop
    Get duked out, or get dookie-duked
    Er'rybody hit the floor, we through the roof
    Like a chimney, now come in me
    How come it be? Some lame man
    Nigga talkin' 'bout "Aw, he don't rap enough"
    But y'all rap a lot and I'm like "Wrap it up, hoe"
    Ye ain't Scarface, ye ain't Willie D
    Ye ain't Bushwick, ye ain't killin' me
    Better play with ya ma'fuckin' mama
    Betcha still stay witcha ma'fuckin' mama
    Keep sleepin' on me, I'ma rock my pajamas
    In the daytime, I swear, I promise
    Dare a nigga say somethin', tear a nigga face off
    How come blacks don't play baseball?
    Y'all white, know y'all can taste
    All this fly shit
    I stay finna take off

    Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing
    Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing
    Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing
    Ye ain't fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang

    Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing
    Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing
    Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing
    Well, is you really Slick Rick? Nope, you just ain't a thing

    Bet it up, head erupts
    A lava language and a vocal volcanic
    If it ain't fixed, don't broke it, don't panic
    If it ain't this, it ain't shit, goddammit
    If it ain't this, it ain't dope, it don't flush
    And if it ain't hip or don't hop, well then hush
    "Man, they sound like", "Man, they stole yo"
    "Man, they look like", nope, it ain't us

    Ah, do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing
    Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing
    Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing
    Is you really Slick Rick? No, you just ain't a thing

    Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing
    Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing
    Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing
    Ye ain't fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang

    Every time we try, we get nowhere
    Wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people, yeah?
    Tryin' so hard to act like we don't care
    But it's true, you do,
    Nothin' is left, so I guess I'm right

    Flip the page, our days are revelations (hide)
    Space is strange, doctor, I've got no patience
    Oh, it's all a part of the process (okay, okay)
    Nothin's new, it's true, cool, I admit,
    Shit, I guess you're right

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