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And we take a walk down Main Street U.S.A.

Oh that Magic Kingdom in the sky (in the sky)
We will all be there together by and by
We will all drink

I went off by my lone, tryna fix a three year curse
Left me all by my lone, now I'm hearing that dial tone
Got me fucked up, what's one more day left

if you call
If you dial my phone and hit my line
I might let it ring
Might let it ring and feel fine
I'm out here to ball
I'm balling baby I'm balling

look at the bio
That info is a throw off
It ain't really in her file
She won't fuck, unless you longer than a mile
If her friend call, probably fake dial

Master Thesis

Canibus

Mic Club: The Curriculum

2002

adversaries like a mouse in a maze
With a bewildering array, of lyrical display
The best of Bis oftenly rearrange
Moto atomic elements, with a deft intelligence

Of Shy (How About)
Someone Who Writes For A Dream
Or Maybe You Can See
Maybe You Can Sing A Song (Mmm)

(Tonight I'm Bout to Have Fun)

(I Dial

With just one hand like this
Because it has the sensational new Westinghouse single dial control
There's no more fussing with several dials
When you can

just pray that we get old
My niggas is gone
If they was not in the field
I won't put they name in a song
I been in the zone
Callin' my niggas from

said it came with a mop
Hit the call-in, we just really waiting for the drop

Drop top rosewoods when we hit downtown
Tryna dial over pussy, nigga, you

You already know I'm skinny
Yes they call me "skinny-minnie"
Minnie mouse my daddy's Mickey
Get the checks signed by Walt Disney
Being skinny is

grabbed her neck pulled her down by the throat
He felt sick of shame but the pleasure was grand
Her song was her bones getting drummed on the sand
This

with a Nova6 explosion
All that wellin is the reason we on Maury Povich
Been hearing claims that you been getting it in by the forklift
Lie detector

song, life sucks
Stomping on someone, with my bloods
And I'll put it off, if we modest
And every other god need a goddess
And every other star, couldn't

song, life sucks
Stomping on someone, with my boots
And I'll put it off, if we modest
And every other god need a goddess
And every other star, couldn't

he bout to fall out He's no Modest Mouse
But he talk a lot of Garbage til GodSmacked him in the mouth
A Gym Class Hero getting you tipsy of the cisco

he bout to fall out He's no Modest Mouse
But he talk a lot of Garbage til GodSmacked him in the mouth
A Gym Class Hero getting you tipsy of the cisco

douse
There's a puddle near me
The Kitchen's my house so if I see a rat
I'm slicing dicing choppin' a mouse
Raiatouille
Yeah, uh
I feel like everybody's

sound hottest
Float On, like a mouse, I'm modest
All this patience bout to be rewarded
Slide in the room with the 511 jeans
Got one, two, three plus your

in
I see the grin and all the laughs from all this syncing in
I'm what you call a summarizer how I bring it in
Real life on the mic not these tweeting

overseas, just to see her thick ass
I be making house songs, I be making house tracks
My music it catch the ear like a fucking mouse trap
Like a fucking mouse

No more touching dials bro, I'm just showing up now
Every day's a milestone and fame is in the dust wow
But that ain't what I really want oh no
Just

must b out my brain
Love Him above all He broke off every chain
During altar call heard her lift up His name
He took away the pain indeed she couldn't

(Wait a minute)
Same song, new dance
Same song, new dance, ho
Ho
(Wait a minute)
Same song, new dance (ayy)
Same song, new dance, ho (man,

a bitch hopped in the beef and now he done
You wanna call Josh mom then dial 9-1-1
Blizzy couldn't spark the blizz because the bullets hit his lungs
Yall