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311 lyrics : "Jackolantern's Weather"

Well I beat a bad rap when I skip a soul trap
Just trippin' and laughin' at the crap
Dap is what I get the best skins that I hit

You know we rock the $#&@in' joint and we split
Singin' an ryhmin's what I'm better for
When I describe I'm a scribe with a metaphor

I use a simile lightly 'cuz that %#@!s played
The common way most ryhmes are made, ya know
I rock like this I flow like that

But all those comparisons are just that
Kickin' different styles I'll be right here
Today, tomorrow, next week and next year

I always say what I feel and that is a promise
Nothing in life is above being honest
Sauna is cool compared to being on stage

But that's how it's gotta go in the stone age

The fame in my game I name rapture

Like a polished rock I'll make it shine for sure
Word is that I've traveled become unraveled
I been around the world baby gimme an apple

I'll be your boogie man rather than son-of-sam
What I am is what I am
Though we don't have too long to love a day a night

We only love those who, love us right back

The kid is smart the kid is clever

Stompin' in jack-o-lantern's weather
Backpack strapped 'cuz the world is cold
Headphones pumpin' don't ya know


The kid is smart the kid is clever
Stompin' in jack-o-latern's weather

Rocks his hood and plays it mellow
While maple leaves change into yellow


And oh %#@! damn honey at it again
Tryin' to beat my high score since the age of ten
See my high score flash on the back glass

I was malcontented doug in gifted class
Now here's the deal we came to heal we gonna rock in rio
Oh no it's not a joke it's how we feel

Put to test like a sugar ray scientist
I'm always dancing in my sunday best
I'm betting on my bliss and my path is lit' see

The microphone is live and I'm rockin' my body
Smooth like reggie miller in an airborne freeze frame
Funky like the kung-fu that can put you to shame


Chorus


I'm like hey wait a minute
Give a check on two then I'm ready to begin it
With a boom boom bap coming outta your trunkies

Give a fat shout out to the phunk junkeez
Striken like a cancer taken chances
But I love to see the girl windin' like the belly dancer

Standin' up front with a tight stomach showin
Me on stage singin, flowin
We just kickin' it live we just kickin' it live

'cuz if you can't kick it live you gonna die
'fraid so punk so quit talkin' junk
You need a live show like a ball player needs a dunk

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