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We are the Five Percenters (Oh, Mac)
You are Ten Percenters, or 85
Real shit for you motherfuckers
Are you gonna teach the knowledge?
Or are you gonna do it by any means necessary?
Well, I wish life was fair as a renaissance
She was a debutante, now she work at restaurants (Oh, baby)
Fuck a bitch, let him watch
Think she the one ‘cause I met her at a record shop (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
Stars are aligned, just connect the dots
I’m forever hot, they follow like a shepherd’s flock
Me, I’m on my way
Dads get mad, their son come out gay (Ooh, ooh, girl)
Woah, I believe in every type of god
It's Thundercat and lightning god, lightning god (Lightning god, ooh, woah)
The handshake secret like the dialogue
Raps diabolical, me, I’m astronomical
My ex-bitch hate me, my new bitch crazy
Ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah
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English Breakfast
02:06
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Yeah, yeah
War is a medium
Yeah
Moments of brilliance, stuck in genocide
I get higher than civilians
Due diligence, old Jewish syndicate
Ooze in the fast lane, doobies in the ashtray
Yeah, my brother's name is my last name
Everybody half-black and they half-gay
Uh, glass case, stones throw
And that's mace by pro bono, whoa
The words is meaningless, immature deviant
Disobedient, I'm never trusting the comedian
The white man is the medium to media company
All I need is some company
I'm a genius, who want it with me?
I really am outrageous
I can see the smiles on the crowd's faces
And I'm a motherfucker
Cocaine white, yeah, the G-Wagon custard
Whodunnit? It wasn't Colonel Mustard
Floor like a Marlin
War is a joke, I'm a ghost, George Carlin
That was easy
That was easy
That was easy
That was easy
That was easy
That was easy
That was easy
Yeah
I once was a black man
Pussy got me wasted, I'm in love with a trash can
Playing tennis switch hit the corners of a backhand
Player in a sailor hat, I'm the captain
Alcoholic cabdriver, sipping on a fat tire
Gather 'round the campfire
Yeah, and word to Madlib
That's a rose burned to ashes
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Shut The Front Door
01:54
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Yeah
Hip-hop, haha
Ooh, Old Jewish
Yeah
Okay, said, I'm doin' EPs in one day
Sober right now, but I'll relapse by Sunday
Pool as big as Rick Ross, this musical when guns play
I rap about whatever I want, okay?
I'm clearly a wigger
Veteran villainy, you clearly beginner
God got you scared, there's no fear for a sinner
Style so cold, cold as tears in the winter
Frozen, the icicles are filled with corrosion
I live by the beach, but I'm scared of the ocean
Keep floatin', yeah
And my dick is a magic wand
Young Padawan, never is the passion gone
I build a castle on my daddy's lawn
My brother three years older, but he always let me tag along
Move that dough
Oh yeah, move that dough
You better move that dough
'Til it's all she wrote, whoa
Shut the front door!
Ah, you motherfucker!
Shut the front door!
You motherfucker
Okay
Yeah, well
Defyin' demonic demeanor a deadly killer beast
Smile on that ghost face, he ready to kill a priest, woo
Hip-hop is still deceased
It's to the activist, rest in peace
Oh no, more lean
Least no more for me
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Number 4
02:02
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