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    [CL Smooth]
    The nightcap was exiled, steadily profiled
    as the underachievin non-believin can't stand to reason
    Where's your daddy boy - to categorize the drinker
    Misunderstood to make the ordeal linger
    They label me a problem child who can't cope
    Hangin by a thread, yes a very thin rope
    Inevitably, can never be the man can I tell ya
    Visualize and memorize him in a cellar
    Well tally-ho, pip-pip, my fam's gonna catch a fit
    My father lookin like he wanna bust my lip
    But that was never good for my health
    So I take the shovel out my pocket and dig myself
    Now when I look at the man in the mirror
    I see things much more clearer my Lord
    I'm not that popular, less than a dollar
    but the ? I pack can make you holla

    [CL Smooth]
    I said, what you don't know could make a whole new world
    Man.. listen! I'm set to sabotage premonition
    Your propaganda, crooked type of version
    Some of the things I bring, you're babblin non-person
    Imbedded in my character, rebel nostalgia
    Uncommon valor who'd rather
    have no man-made religion or sect
    But try to believe what you conceive may be half correct
    I shed light, to show the path in sight
    Cause a man who can't treat you right can't teach you right
    In front of your eyes, what a surprise, and let the nature
    rise, just for the girls and the guys
    A Phi-Slamma-Jamma when you wear a bandanna
    Peace to Pop Dukes, and long live Nana
    The formula's reality, Pete Rock's the storm
    Together, forever, yes G we got it goin on

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    [CL Smooth]
    Internal affairs, flippin Hollywood Squares
    In search of the Mecca many travel in pairs
    Walked the slave ship, ??the side of ningamora??
    to support a short order when I freak it on a corner
    Five-oh cruisin, decide to pull you over
    Beefin, "Where's the Coke?" I said, "A six-pack of soda?"
    The rookie's lookin thirsty, but everything's mental
    A baseball bat, to smack Shirley in the Temple
    Agreed to meet the maker so I yelled Hail Mary's
    And flew that head, to hit The House on the Prairie
    But the past can never choose my future correctly
    I found a greater source directly
    On and on, keep it on, you chant the
    boppin simonized, pullin you clockwise jammie
    To quickly skip the minimal tip, I dap for the wise I dip
    Can anyone see, phenomenally, to the last degree?
    I capitalize subliminally, wreck for positivity
    Yes my little chickadee, ready to flow with me
    Nevertheless I bless, follow me and see
    Predominantly, CL'll be, All in the Family
    God bless Marky Black, know we go way back
    The lyrics I pack is like a needle in the haystack
    CL and Pete Rock, Smooth like Dom Perignon
    Never torn, word is bond, we got it goin on

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