[ Featuring Del the Funky Homosapien, Dan the Automator ]
Yay, it's my birthday
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Yay, yay, yay, yay (hell, yeah)
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I captivate and control it, dilapidate and erode it
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The master make 'em all focus
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Like I break it down to components
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Fools just be cloning
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Studio gang's controlling the chef though
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I'm leftovers, they be goal-tending
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Flow be slow-winded, nobody know I'm mention
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Go overboard with a bunch of chords
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You left in suspension
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So far, keep your distance, resistance is resisted
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The ring I ain't finna kiss it, the whole mix you missed it
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Loads of raps, overload until I expose the fact
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Broke your back, next time come out with shoulder pads
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They know they have, shut up and listen to an older man
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Behold your man, he might have a poison that a cobra has
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Seems like a leap in time, back to simpler days
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When technological advances were minimal
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Seems like a leap in time, back to simpler days
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When technological advances were minimal
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In the boots like roosters coming to the hens
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The roost in the blue
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Oh, shit, so deep it's bending
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Fools, Mr. Cool, everything I control is mystical
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In the school bullshit separated in the centrifuge
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Get to do what you wanna as long as you don't conform to
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The average performer that drag you into the drama
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A magnet to the karma, the song even the pettiest
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As long as we are resident overthrow the president
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Flow so incredulous, I'm giving y'all just a portion
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Connect to the source and let it energize like endorphins
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Let's go, we boardin', we tired of them, they boring
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Keep on skateboardin', relieve you of boredom
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Seems like a leap in time, back to simpler days
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When technological advances were minimal
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Seems like a leap in time, back to simpler days
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When technological advances were minimal
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Seems like a leap in time, back to simpler days
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When technological advances were minimal
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Seems like a leap in time, back to simpler days
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When technological advances were minimal
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Out of the Emporium
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More glorious poems to bend
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From hard work, no teleportin' it in
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I don't speak words according to them
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I'm Sir Diesel, a track decided once the tour's a sin
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My assortment keeps supporting the man
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Like cars plus off track, it's hard to stay on track
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When my thoughts run, rapping pace for suckers that leave a nasty taste
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In they throat sure to leave them blue, that's indigo
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Getting pretentious won't get any mileage
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Whole plot shot out the air like enemy pilots
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Take the trendiest topic compared to the real
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Then relate that to a secret that's never revealed
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Seems like a leap in time, back to simpler days
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When technological advances were minimal
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Seems like a leap in time, back to simpler days
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When technological advances were minimal
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Seems like a leap in time, back to simpler days
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When technological advances were minimal
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Seems like a leap in time, back to simpler days
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When technological advances were minimal
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