I make moves you couldnt choreograph
find me off the shore with some crab
you a bad apple get to the core of that..
catch the old man & see on board with trash...
soaring into vast unknowns...
pass one...smoke
Guilty as charged with that substance abuse
chose to run d mc so Im crushing the groove
writing rhymes about life & something obtuse
come through, pet the kitty, tubs of the lube
then I slip out quick & start busting a move.
leave twice the mess & judgement for you.
treat my nightcap like a game of duck, duck, goose.
grab ya notepads & write down what is confused
leave the rest in jeopardy & rest up in the roof.
treat ya birds like woodstock
this shit here looks good huh?
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