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i could be an iceberg, cool to the core
from my head to the floor, from my bed to the door
PJ’d down with papers, and its raw
and so am i, and so are ya’ll
so lets soar, hella high hella fried
hellafied, smell the pride? well lets ride,
televized will be the revolution, check the evolution
of the ALLCAPS solution then make your contribution,
the only reason i’m this nice is CAP logic
you can’t argue with that logic,
cause thats profit, the CAPS got it, you can’t stop it
call me hurrican tim how im blow the damn tropic
pause i mean i only smoke it if its lovely
papers always packed and my bong is always bubbly
you smell it when you see me but it smacks you when you hug me
its a constant cloud above me, see them hippy chicks? they love me
fuckin right, i do this
thats true bitch ya’ll knew this, and if not ya’ll foolish
im coolest ya’ll coolish, i’m filt in, ya’ll clueless
i’m tilted, i’m screwin, i’ll school you and be truent
i do it for my peoples, smokin like the 70’s
i hope ya’ll not the reggie type, hope you smokin heavenly
hope ya’ll have a killer night, i hope your friends remember me
i be on them thriller flights, plenty zips, lemme breathe
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