and my odds are, I'd fall,
see my glow pal, I'm an odd star,
but far, far away from Pluto,
lean out the tube though,
growth through the blood veins,
seen too much pain so never could feel,
like a child again, maintained,
raised him up right so sun don't kill,
if you don't relate then I don't
I'm in the night still, still of the night,
tryna concentrate on words
to make em spill on the mic,
heated when I hear white rappers
but hype kills, so I'm feeling al right,
so I leave em out of this one,
pursue the happiness, duck
stay away from this light
Take the doges of this dopeness
That my high brings to you,
That brings dreams to you,
tell the engineer to keep the list
put that juice in my headphones
Loud, I need to be heard,
hold up, hold the f*** up, man.
Terry, bring that issue back,
log fills up more iPods than Mac PCs
Terry, bring that s**t back, man
And we gon' keep it rockin'
put that juice in my headphones
Loud, I need to be heard,
This year's in the making,
More like the trilogy, you feelin' me?
and run through fleets of wack MCs
I'm on my job like Steve,
I'm killing this new school,
Totin' my pencil with a tip full of lead
Not your typical rap star,
So I'm something like hip -hop's law,
My endorsement is raw spit
then I must be the tar pit
Stally at his best, flash Wally West
Spit raps till there's hardly breath
Then laugh like Hardy, yes
I stay wrinkled when I step
Normal cats, I laugh at the side of you,
Cause I'm a weirdo for real though
Live in stereo, coup d 'etat
Stally the 8, the musical oddball
Fatal attraction, fatal attraction
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