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  • Ahhhh, put the top back, ahhhh put the top back
    Just mackin on the hoes, shut up b*tch, f*ck out my car, before I hit you with a piano--I'm just playin
    Diamonds are forever but my rhyming is forever
    Reaching my efforts is like climbing Mt. Everest
    Got perfect timing like the President, present and past
    And it can't be measured in cash
    Try testing me and you'll get pressed like pheasant under glass
    And you don't even measure in my weight class
    Run up in your **** with the president's mask on
    Just like Dead Presidents, that settles it
    Where's the medicine, there's no prescription
    For the sickness you feel the affliction
    Musical addiction have you coming back
    Just like a haunted spirit on the lyrics
    Beyond the limits, past the speed of light
    Thought processing don't even need a mic
    I just let it go, some have said it's soul
    Some have said it's funk, I said it ain't no punk
    You gotta be better, stronger, faster, swifter
    If you wanna live to see the description
    Of your own vision
    It's in your grasp all you gotta do is learn to adapt
    x2
    I was rollin down the strip a dip in my Chassi
    Her lips was nasty,
    she doing what you can't see
    In the backseat of the taxi
    I paid my fare, yea she waited there
    In the Bay Area where we hating squares
    Like boxes of Cheerio's comparing X's and O's
    I perfected the soul movement, glow inducing
    Leaving room for improvement
    Believe in yours and you can do it
    Using the best of your abilities, Latin capabilities
    Stretched to capacity
    That'll be the day when the legal fakes see me scrape
    Like a car door, all aboard to Mars and orbit
    Around the Earth in a vortex
    Don't take the subject out the context, don't teach the public this nonsense
    We should be beyond this
    Chorus
  • Ahhhh, put the top back, ahhhh put the top back
    Just mackin on the hoes, shut up b*tch, f*ck out my car, before I hit you with a piano--I'm just playin
    Diamonds are forever but my rhyming is forever
    Reaching my efforts is like climbing Mt. Everest
    Got perfect timing like the President, present and past
    And it can't be measured in cash
    Try testing me and you'll get pressed like pheasant under glass
    And you don't even measure in my weight class
    Run up in your **** with the president's mask on
    Just like Dead Presidents, that settles it
    Where's the medicine, there's no prescription
    For the sickness you feel the affliction
    Musical addiction have you coming back
    Just like a haunted spirit on the lyrics
    Beyond the limits, past the speed of light
    Thought processing don't even need a mic
    I just let it go, some have said it's soul
    Some have said it's funk, I said it ain't no punk
    You gotta be better, stronger, faster, swifter
    If you wanna live to see the description
    Of your own vision
    It's in your grasp all you gotta do is learn to adapt
    x2
    I was rollin down the strip a dip in my Chassi
    Her lips was nasty,
    she doing what you can't see
    In the backseat of the taxi
    I paid my fare, yea she waited there
    In the Bay Area where we hating squares
    Like boxes of Cheerio's comparing X's and O's
    I perfected the soul movement, glow inducing
    Leaving room for improvement
    Believe in yours and you can do it
    Using the best of your abilities, Latin capabilities
    Stretched to capacity
    That'll be the day when the legal fakes see me scrape
    Like a car door, all aboard to Mars and orbit
    Around the Earth in a vortex
    Don't take the subject out the context, don't teach the public this nonsense
    We should be beyond this
    Chorus