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"Curls" produced by Madlib ("Curls" from Madvillain - Madvillainy)
Kick the flow sick the earl, toxic spit for real MCs and all the girls seem to flock. The game is getting hot, double-fisted Hennesey shot-style, the vivid imagery is nigga-wildforthenight. I'm rampaging like EMPD/LL, on the streets if my CD don't sell well. And my name don't rings bells yet, but I rock them niggas. Camera shy, cover my eyes in all my pictures, but the people say he's so photogenic. Been walking a tight rope all my life, half-white and afrocentric. Crackers looking at me like them birds from the movie Dumbo ("well I be done seen about err'thang"), coons be bugging when they hear me say the "N" word. I interned with Universal Music Distribution--they wouldn't give me loot, so I bounced and now I troopin' on my own two. The independent route for the moment. And I pray for atonement, but at the same time I'm still trying to find an opening into this game for me...I'm honestly conscious, but still concerned with money. And I am the dichotomy of where the game was and here and now where it's gotta be--build and destroy. The gap-bridger, for all non-blacks and niggas, and I ain't saying that we're niggas y'all, it's just a figure of speech. I'm know that I'm the perfect blend mixture, the blue chip recruit, and I used to play hoops back in the days, but I wasn't getting paid, PLUS I couldn't kick the truth to the youth that way, so I had to change my approach. And y'all can keep smoking on your roach, I'm polishing the brooch up, here's some game, just soak up and chill.
Guest vocal: Count Cookie Monster
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