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well hello, let me introduce myself they call me macka, big macka and my voice-activated house doesn't even work but i'm back in the lab again making something out of dirt i got a spliff in my top pocket i got a cannon the size of something you can't possibly imagine i jump off boats i cut through hills and gutters i bluff the whole table like f**k you, silly duffers we changed the game like when the first boat came with cocaine paved our way with gold flame flows aim to blow brains with cards up my sleeve, i play old maid with dope dames undercover secret agent code name is coltrane in a dusty jazz bar is double 0 deuce with double 0 8 the two double 0 8 troublesome two with a robo-tech dj i'm cued across the fader to the ... who drops the flavor three smooth operators (just like that...) (unfortunately, we haven't time to play games...) with my researchers i do sidewalk astronomy we burn the weed in seconds i'm just chillin' in my building with a ... street collective see, we struck a major chord with the magic from the stage, i soar doubt nevermore the raven's rapping at your chamber door so praise the lord and see unusually different, beautifully gifted sailing forth, mad musical misfits me, myself and my melody mistress make a monster meek with magic in misty mountains where the mace and mobsters meet they call me cosmic cowboy kookaburra killer max back on the track, yes i'm iller and the last emcee i barbecued on my grilla yes, for rilla yes, for rilla so back the f**k off me and go and make me coffee you rappers think you're rocky but not one of you can stop me that's why i puff opium with christopher walken in an amsterdam cafe at six in the mornin' i'm kickin' the door in you bitches are boring i'm bringing the storm in 'cause you chickens are snoring can you vision me soaring in this blizzard performing and crosswords like clockwork in glistening orange (just like that...) i'm at the gambling spot with my hand on my cock lookin' for another block i can damage and rock i'm surfin' with fishes i'm pervin' on bitches my mission on this bus is to get dirt on them hinges when ... troops came for hussein's fuel chain they say dollars make cents but all i got is loose change shoot game, i'm that wildcat through the hoop's flames 'til doomsday, it's bruce wayne on a crusade i'm the king of the committee watch me think of something witty like a boring board meeting and i slip myself a mickey don't eyeball me, bitch my clique is the goonies my guard dogs are hard rock bitch, with an uzi through the world wind, we pass batons swinging it like a magic wand poetical patterns like pebbles perpetually skipping across that placid pond are you catching on? let me give you a key true love is not a cage it's a home in which you are free (just like that...) |
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