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Let me the funk
Obsolete is the that talk more junk than Sanford sells
I jet propel at a that complice their mental state
As I their masquerade

They couldn't with a clipper blade
10 in the trade is not enough, you can't cut it
I let you take a swing, and you
For an easy out, I leave MC's with

Of exceeding, my is Bottie Brown and I'm proceeding, leading
try to follow but they're shallow and hollow
I can see right through them like an 40 bottle, of O.E.
They have no key, or no

To the at all, now they washed up
out to dry
Standing stupid, wondering why
(Why man?)

It was the fame, that tried to get
Now they walking around about represent
And keep it real, but I got to
'Cause they existing in a when holding the steel

a bye baby
Listen to my pumping to a fine ravine
Of all it's a vain of a shrine
All impossible are possible

'Cause I'm for a new sector 365 days from now
I'll wipe the from my brow
And each and every true will stick, or fall from the sky of my nine
From homies all the way to chics, no matter how

is a swollen way to wreck a proud mind
You hold it in your hands and watch a man start
Tear after tear in the puppet man's
time you take a stance you do the puppet man's dance

And the worlds at a
Deep in broken Mansville, trapped in the moat with an
Still killing yourself, and ya health
You ain't amphibious, so grab a hold of