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kool a.d. - hypersensitive jester lyrics

hypersensitive jester
lampin’ in bootsy mansions
gazebo for two anarchists
art swag, international
wavy gravy groovy and other animals
a family [?] troll
kool be a mythological, style impossible
doggy i’m bruce lee
cookie, your apple couldn’t juice me
snookie couldn’t grapple my truthiness
straight out the dungeons of rap
eatin’ dungeoness crab
random strangers staring at me on trains when i write raps on my samsung galaxy even though i bought the iphone
shop cl-ss ponderings
hey, yo, music is the musing of the wandering
dawg, i’m doo-doo bearing at the laundromat
european private eyes
hypersensitive jester (you feel me?)
hypersensitive jester

look, look, no don’t look
left hook (blao!), each foot cost a textbook
cut your throat, now you’re dead, that’s a fresh look
oh, you alive homie? err’body doin’ that
look in my eyes, turn your heart obsidian black
sitting in cl-ss like, “when i’m gon’ use this?”
shootin’ moves knock you out your tennis shoes, b-tch
i never lose, like i’m jordan or somethin’
plottin’ on your life support, find a cord and unplug it
like mtv did cobain guitar in 94
off ‘cain in my car with a couple grimy hoes
this that dum shiny, stupid, sparkly sh-t
valet all day i ain’t parkin’ this b-tch
hypersensitive jester

hey, watch me go back in, though
hey yo, b-tch i’m cindy lauper
i’m pat bennotar
this is a battle field, my rap is real
give a f-ck if you don’t think so
think, like, i took ginkgo
while you sink slow in quicksand
cool uncle look with a quick hand
mind, s-x, and b-tches like stick man
my body is a temple but my body is a temple but i still f-ck with french fries
i’m not there yet
i bet the farm on every hand while you scared-bet
you shootin’ dice and i side bet, the amb-ssador
i never landed on the side yet, and i never will
the smart made, the clever k!ll, the dumb stunt
who gives a f-ck what i’m talkin’ bout
kool a.d. peace i’m out
hypersensitive jester

uh, i’m in hoboken with a hoe smokin’
trippin off the dmt, i think i’m joe rogen
john doe, muh’ f-cker, get your nose broken
soco, sodo, bordeaux, [?]
what’s the question, god?
don’t ask me
if you p-ss me on the street don’t gas me
b-tch, you’re nasty like the feet of a athlete
before i board the plane they be tryin’ to check my cavities
like the dentist, tryin’ to check my cavities
turn on the tv and all i see is the casualties
just keep it casual, dawg
read the manual, like emmanuel kant
i only do sh-t that i want
you and me, that’s a whole lotta lovin’ girl
get, loose, take the deuce out the oven, girl
hypersensitive jester
hypersensitive jester

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