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Big beat evangelists

I do it, I do it
I do it, I do it
Something strange is happening, something strange is happening,
I don't know where to begin, but something strange is happening.

I do it this way, from the first to the seventh day,
Stay on target like an X-Wing flexing my brain as I state my claim,
That my aim is to do this property watch me,
Dismiss your slobber impromptly,
As if my soul could be another man's property you've got to be joking
Think a minute about what you've been smoking,
Before you start choking, and gasping, and asking,
Who knew, it's simple, and cheeky the dimple,
I jump up, I get the thumbs up like a thimble,
It aint what your thinking though, I'm known to be pro
To kick over thrones and leave governments overthrown
Charismatic with the verbal acrobatics
Top gun take your breath away and leave you asthmatic
It's automatic that my standards are raised through the attic and my tone is
Emphatic
Feel the movement it's fluid like sand in the hourglass,
How could I stand to let even a single hour pass, without
Delving ahead and thinking fall back,
I take to the sky, you're grounded on the tarmac

If there's a mic to be romped, I will throw the first thorn across time zones,
Super fine zones with my rhyme zones I'm not alone, my friends found by throne
We wear satin rhymes so we can sing along, so sing along,
We got the tasty treats to fill your mouth so open wide,
We serve poetic justice, stay open all night,
Well I, can understand why cheek is held high,
Those fans that wont die, they just wont, so I
Sleepwalk, just street talk like some ambulance,
We rock like amethyst, we raid like amorous, scandalous music played by
Averists,
You're solely misinformed like C-SPAN panelists
I never planned for this, big beat evangelists,
Whack track antagonists, past rap sue dialysis, but we stand by this,
So here's an ode to those who know to throw up your wife is like this,
And when it pours you know it's raining,
These rats and races got me pistol whipped like stamens
I aint complaining though just hopping off this fence,
Cause when it's all said and done things will finally come together and make
Some sense

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I do it, I do it
I do it, I do it
Something strange is happening, something strange is happening,
I don't know where to begin, but something strange is happening.

I do it this way, from the first to the seventh day,
Stay on target like an X-Wing flexing my brain as I state my claim,
That my aim is to do this property watch me,
Dismiss your slobber impromptly,
As if my soul could be another man's property you've got to be joking
Think a minute about what you've been smoking,
Before you start choking, and gasping, and asking,
Who knew, it's simple, and cheeky the dimple,
I jump up, I get the thumbs up like a thimble,
It aint what your thinking though, I'm known to be pro
To kick over thrones and leave governments overthrown
Charismatic with the verbal acrobatics
Top gun take your breath away and leave you asthmatic
It's automatic that my standards are raised through the attic and my tone is 
Emphatic
Feel the movement it's fluid like sand in the hourglass,
How could I stand to let even a single hour pass, without
Delving ahead and thinking fall back,
I take to the sky, you're grounded on the tarmac

If there's a mic to be romped, I will throw the first thorn across time zones,
Super fine zones with my rhyme zones I'm not alone, my friends found by throne
We wear satin rhymes so we can sing along, so sing along,
We got the tasty treats to fill your mouth so open wide,
We serve poetic justice, stay open all night,
Well I, can understand why cheek is held high,
Those fans that wont die, they just wont, so I
Sleepwalk, just street talk like some ambulance,
We rock like amethyst, we raid like amorous, scandalous music played by 
Averists,
You're solely misinformed like C-SPAN panelists
I never planned for this, big beat evangelists,
Whack track antagonists, past rap sue dialysis, but we stand by this,
So here's an ode to those who know to throw up your wife is like this,
And when it pours you know it's raining, 
These rats and races got me pistol whipped like stamens
I aint complaining though just hopping off this fence,
Cause when it's all said and done things will finally come together and make 
Some sense