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"Hey, let me spit something Just give me that flute beat Yeah, give me that one Uh, yeah All I need's a flute beat and two sheets of loose leaf to move me A two piece on Toony Tuesday and I'm groovy Never needed much but papers and a few trees To get the song flowin like the blue sea Yeah I smoke doobies with groupies, whose breath smelled like blue cheese or sushi Jeez, give me a few feet please I could have these floozies naked like a nude beach And I don't need to slip 'em any roofies (shit is too easy) Huh, I ain't into cougars, Judge Judy I'm truly unique, too young to "Love Lucy" Raised on the Goonies and Bruce Lee movies My defense is excellent, no one's gettin to me I'm callin the shots, QB like Doug Flutie I'm reckless, unruly, respect this you newbie From the East coast, reppin Scotians and Newfies I keep it fresh like the ocean and cool breeze Maybe it's just me I keep, movin this pen like it'll set me free Best believe, I'm a flow on endlessly, let it be I feel the love every breath I breathe, yes indeed "Give it to 'em, show you, it's hot" "Watch ya blow up, block up your box" "Wait-Wait-Wait to hear a slammin track" "By popular demand, I'm back" Uh, now every shirt that's in my closet got vomit Chocolate and baby food on it and none of it comes out when I wash it So now you think I give a damn what I'm rockin? I don't wear this Cincinnati hat 'cause I watch 'em You don't need to worry what I do, what I think when your girl gets around/a round like she just bought us drinks You got your own problems, back to the basics There's no touchin me like I just ejaculated Nope, I don't say "no homo" I don't need to reinsure myself like I crashed up the Volvo I only like pussy, sorry to be blunt but I got to make it clear When my tongue is in your - ear (ya ear) I lock it down like Shawshank I love writin rhymes but hate when I draw blanks I feel like I'm repeatin myself, I'm overworked And about to go berserk if I don't get this off my shoulders first "I think I ought to tell you, better get warned" "Th-Th-There's no need for alarmin, 'cause right now" "On the microphone" "The elements are airborne, I smell the success" "Get busy on 'em" "And my word is bond" "Th-Th-There's no need for alarmin, 'cause right now" "On the microphone" "What you need to do is smell the success" You know me, I'm a '70's baby, yet '80's boy I never had no love for the swings or playin with toys I was on the mic doin my thing, just makin some noise I don't need to read no magazine, I'm straight from The Source You know I always had a dream, one day I'd step on stage and the ladies all scream like David Lee Roth Teenager in the '90's, things are changin all around me You can hate me if you want but I escaped, you got to find me Hit the Minneapol', I had my whole city baffled Soon as they see you advancin, then they all want to attack you Rhymesayers massive, we built us a little castle Eyedea won every battle, we should've built him a statue Every single week we slayed, anywhere we seen a stage Even with the weak DJ, we rapped over every beat they played Chewin 'em up, spittin 'em out, you never seen nobody this devout We just want to spit and shout, they literally would kick us out the spot, two o'clock when they closed off We took it to the block, ears throbbin, our throats soar Hit the bus stop because we still got to flow more Frozen cold blocks, swear to God we were so raw, oh Lord "Give it to 'em, show you, it's hot" "Watch ya blow up, block up your box" "Feelin satisfaction, from the crowd reaction "