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Correct All Things Considered Lyrics
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The Mad Conductor
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Correct All Things Considered
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Hey yo many fish bite if ya got the good bait So heres a little tip that I would like to relate You keep a sharp ass hook in your tackle box And never rock your low tops when you got your ankle socks Cuz they'll get your achilles And try to crack your back like the catcher of the 93 phillies You wanna cop a feel and you a mackerole Prepare to join the crabby caserole My man you keep your cool like johnny mackenroe And show your lack of skill when you protest umpires Spill your glass of milk and lose your otis spunkmeyers Like I lost my marbles down the funnel My syndromes that of carpal in the tunnel So pardon if I mumble when I'm speakin sign language To parka rockin eskimos coolin up in anchorage I'm the type of emcee who bows when he ends a rap I keep it cool like teddy pendergrass So anyone you ask'll tell ya the facts you need to know And how your picture frames like the axle of the globe If your playin pinball with the wizard I'm known to spin off like jefferson starship And grace slick em Zapped by the fabric with the static You gotta keep your raps under the table so no tablecloth can tax it Watch out for these fallin moon rocks And hillbilly emcees crawlin out the boondocks Keep it irie when your spinnin natty dread Cuz managers are slimy like the cincinnati reds They'll impress you with the briefcase Trick ya into signin up for sweepstakes and straight up Stick you for your cheesesteaks for petes sake Please take heed when crossing busy streets If ya only got 13 rhymes per 50 beats My man you'll be all the way eaten Your careers shorter than the holiday season That's not including halloween So call me on march 17th and maybe then we'll call it even A shack produced a song, a song produced a mansion Commercial rap I hate it with a passion The globe is not golden in fact it's barely bronze Ask the bag I'm holdin for my man barry bonds Augmented mcs encourage me to keep it au natural and never undergo surgery My thoughts move like the freeway fast as hell I'm laced up like a bk diamond cell It ain't no challenge, respect the distance My nail gun will put your hammer outta business You can't confuse yoplait and play dough I show no resemblance to jose canseco I got to protect my earth man The foot clan seek to kick the coping off my vert ramp Stick em with the 7 ply splinter Shred their emcees and I'll eat em for dinner For lunch I got the boardwalk fries Your posses like the middle east - unorganized I sampled you pastry and I must say your bakerys unadvanced like haitis space agency Make a note to tell your mouth keep quiet Stay away from bread like a south beach diet Obesity's a sickness but I still know the skinny Iller music heals ask mc Kinney
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