listen Up.

With my ears to the street

And my eyes to the sky

I’m on another planet my friend alright

It took two weeks to learn me speak

And all you say it that my cologne wreaks

 

I can counter you with my superstition

Can detect your exact position

Before you get your readmit-ion

As I look in the audience with my Pyrex vison

I see in reality what I had envisioned

The Ghostface Killahs Mick Jackson thrillas

And they still try to Thrill ya!

 

I say do this before they bill ya

Find the reason and accuse of treason

They’ll be out by next season

Take two shots while they Rip Torn ya

They find out they can’t afford ya

 

They ask me the simplest questions

Like “Does it storm out?”, “Sort of?”

After your death they will mourn ya

You don’t believe? I still fore warned ya!

  

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