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Let's get it crackin' like folks under pressure
I want y'all to listen, but I never poke or pester
I ain't playin' polka with a puppet made of pesto, though
The magic that I'm makin' don't follow a "Presto!"
Like that, yup, dig it:
When I rap quick, I'm gettin' 80-dollar tickets
But don't you get it twisted - I bring no harm,
Just some Motown swagger with my Midwest charm
It's nice to hear that people (are) diggin' what I'm doin'
Which is actively pursuin' a groove that gets you movin'
Or at least me...whichever it may be,
My 6'2 stature is temporarily 8'3
(And then it goes back down...)
It'll fluctuate accordingly-
From time to time I'm ornery, but hey, for me, that's normalcy
See, I've got ongoing restlessness
Because I've always been a bit of a perfectionist, now come on...
Move to the left or right
And do no thing but your own tonight
That buzz that you're feelin's gonna let you take flight
With me and a ditty I can tell that you like, 'cause
Everybody's like, "Alright!"
Everybody, everybody's like, "Alright!"
Tide turner in the blink of eye
Or a wink, it all depends if you're a chick or a guy
I gots me the boogies -
Not the "cut-a-rug"'s, what I'm sayin' is,
I ain't using any of my fingers for noogies.
Nah, they're for the crusties and slimies
Fuck the apathetic - I'm here to keep it lively
Grimey, though I keep bathin', it's so ridicul'
An ambassador for change, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a pocketful of nickels!
I'm slobberknockin' 'em (yup)
Captain Kirk and Spockin' 'em
All over the place - yessir, I'm chicken pockin' 'em
While callin' booties "tushes", drunk, peeing into bushes
Just a salty dog in a room of sourpusses,
Negative Nancy's and Pessimistic Pete's
Mister Optimistic, primed with the Que-C beats
Pleased to meet ya!
I'm not outside the box when I flip it,
'Cause I can't be out the box if I've never been in it...
By that I
Think you sense the mood's groovy
Not foul like dookie, now
No need for the sour brow, Droopy!
Leave it at the door with your handful of roofies
C'mon, let's get down - the calm and the kooky
Skinny or a poorly blended smoothie, it's gravy
You sing it if you know it or you slur it whole-heartedly
Just stack up all the chairs like Carlin At Carnegie
And move them feet - don't stick with the stand still
Enjoy the good tunes and leave the rest in a landfill
It's dope with a capital
Not to toot my own bugle,
But boy, I'm feelin' rather jubilant since the beat dropped
Ill as all get out
Put your mind in detox and shimmy all the shit out
Hip hop hooray, hey, you can call me mister
I'd say a little more, but I think you get the picture