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Who got they shoes stepped on on whose block?\nNo one ever heard of 'em yet like they some cool cops\nWhen that shit drop it hit like it fell from a\n\nHeh, third verse, similar to the first two\nBeat sounds hard like somebody finna hurt you, right?\nHey kids, you like Don Imus? Das Racist\nUnder your eyelids, phosphenes\nA vase clean bizarro nasty\nSee me like it's fuckin' up your eyes, blepharoplasty\nWikipedia that, if you didn't know\nWe aight but media cats think we clever though\nAre we? You may never know\nSpeedy Gonzales couldn't see how quick the cheddar go\nSmartest dumb guys in the room\nRun guys, it's the mulatto Jeff Koons\nThey taco the best balloons\nThat's breasts, you goons\nI'mma festoon the room\nLike Daniel Day-Lewis\nThey couldn't even hold a candle if they Buddhist\n(get that? hahahahahaha)\nYeah we eatin, aw made you soup\nYou a slave to a bleep in the beat loop\nPlay it in your Jeep coupe, hoopty you beat root juice\nPower hippie van, never really need to ask \"Can he?\" Vicky can\nHe like a Spick He-man\nMaster of the universe, nobody can doo-doo worse\nThan I do-do","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.67] 1: Heems]\n[00:05.56] Das Racist as an end to mindwash religion\n[00:12.06] Nowhere politics, bogus philosophies\n[00:16.21] Probably possibly a mockery of monarchy\n[00:18.34] I'm complex like Cournot's duopoly quantities\n[00:22.22] Rooftop, like we bringin' '88 back\n[00:25.17] White girls, Big Wheels, fortunes, Sajak\n[00:27.11] Mixtapes, many tapes, Mel Gibson \"Payback\"\n[00:30.25] Laid back, stay crack, eat those, stay fat\n[00:32.18] Engine, engine number nine\n[00:35.53] I'm on that New York transit line\n[00:37.39] I'm ill, everything I touch is a grill\n[00:40.15] With diamonds that's chill, for real, I'm I'll\n[00:44.36] I'm wack, like \"You, Me and Dupree\"\n[00:47.21] I'm ill like buy one get one free\n[00:49.28] I'm wack, like nobody wanna touch me\n[00:52.17] I'm ill like making jokes and burning Dutchies\n[00:55.29] I'm cliche, I feel as high as a rooftop\n[00:58.11] Contradict myself in raps like 2Pac\n[01:00.20] I ride gnarly till I'm Farley that's dearly departed\n[01:04.33] And the party don't start till I'm gettin' it started\n[01:07.29] When the party get started, then I'll get with ya darlin\n[01:09.26] I give it cause she want it, then I dip from your darlin\n[01:12.12] Before the next morning, I won't give her no warnin'\n[01:15.23] I'm listening to Warning, I'm out the door stormin'\n[01:17.36] Maybe towards like a rooftop or a barbecue or somethin'\n[01:21.20] Meet the man of your dreams about dyin'\n[01:36.31] Came up in the land of the free if y'all buyin'\n[01:40.74] When he ain't cheatin' or stealin' it's all lyin'\n[01:43.30] On the 108th Street in Queens you might find 'em\n[01:46.24] Wildin', out for the night, dusk and daytime\n[01:49.52] Where the fuck you find the guff to even say rhymes\n[01:52.47] Get yourself stuffed by three browns and a beige guy\n[01:54.51] Hold down the fort and raise the roof at the same time\n[01:57.63] Das Racist, goodness gracious\n[02:00.52] Great balls of 8 Balls smooshed in faces\n[02:02.53] Break falls with cake, ya'll hood rich famous\n[02:06.41] Lifestyles is type wild, ditch the cages\n[02:08.54] All the rage, kid, save your dollars\n[02:09.58] Cop that for moms, dads, nanas, papas\n[02:14.20] Top hats and big wigs powdered proper\n[02:17.08] So on the money he's a founding father\n[02:20.18] Dodger, conniver, preach to choirs\n[02:22.05] Lied when he said his pants was on fire\n[02:26.14] Ants in his pants, your uncle's none wiser\n[02:29.39] Escape with a string and a toothpick, MacGyver\n[02:31.34] Fuck what them dumb youngster crews pop\n[02:34.21] Who hot? Who got they shoes stepped on on whose block?\n[02:36.39] No one ever heard of 'em yet like they some cool cops\n[02:40.55] When that shit drop it hit like it fell from a\n[02:43.32] Heh, third verse, similar to the first two\n[02:56.32] Beat sounds hard like somebody finna hurt you, right?\n[03:00.44] Hey kids, you like Don Imus? Das Racist\n[03:03.38] Under your eyelids, phosphenes\n[03:06.44] A vase clean bizarro nasty\n[03:08.28] See me like it's fuckin' up your eyes, blepharoplasty\n[03:11.34] Wikipedia that, if you didn't know\n[03:13.14] We aight but media cats think we clever though\n[03:16.39] Are we? 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