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my sweaters are argyle, yours more checkerboard
what is this, 1, 2, mic check, i'm bored
call me a director, way i'm on the board
i got hella focus, like i drive a ford
you could call me chase by the way i drive a chevy
call me don mclean way i drove it to the levy
all the way there and that shit was fuckin dry
call me good ol boy, way i drink whiskey and rye
actor, get paid, get cast, like the die
i'm caesar, stab me, fall, caesar, then i die
i'm eliza poe, catch me on the stage
catch me smokin dro, i'm listenin to rage
against the machine, smoove like mr. clean
tangerines in my dreams, vines full of green beans
wearin tight jeans, gettin cream, sippin lean
smokin green like a screen and i'm listenin to queen
oh, so you're a baller, a real money maker?
dude you must be jokin, i get cream like ginger baker
stackin cake, oats like a quaker
i'm eating skittles, gin, and snake, i'm in the middle of the lakers
for the sake of sake, james blake in the rockies
cock so hard motherfuckers wanna block me
west virginia, mountain mother of vinegar
you could call me popeye, man, i'm such a spinacher
where i'm hangin, haters hate when i harangue em
girl said i look kinda like jeff mangum
shorty said i look kinda like jeff goldblum
she say it's cold, i pass my jacket, this a cold room
shorty said i look kinda like jeff goldblum
man with the golden gun, man with the gold bum
goldmember, mike myers, gold chain, rick ross
goldstone, steve martin luther vandross
deliver like the postal service, way that i give up
ups commercial, white board, licensing your stuff
i likey, i approve, almighty dollar be so mighty
whatever you can do to take em away from whitey
i'm developing a plan to take everything from the man
it'll take a better war to kill a college-dropout man
like me, yo, i'm in the land of the free
i'm in home of the brave, hall & oates up in the rave
yacht rock samples, set bad examples
you could call it desert rap, way i'm smokin camels
you could say i'm wreckless, way i never read the manual
i really try, man but i kant, like immanuel
my words my persona, they all personal to me
like dre, i'mma blow up offa puffin them trees
why even try when you can light a splif up
if your dreams elude you, then maybe you should give up
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