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masters of illusion - urban legends lyrics

[33 second instrumental at the beginning of the song]

{-scratched: “here’s a little story that must be told”-}

[motion man]
no happy campers, rappers sit in dirty–ss pampers
it’s an -ss-ssination, public lies, now cover your eyes
my style gory michael edward urban scissorhand cut
my orenthal scamper, hertz hurdles, slicin his apple
i’m on some tight lyrics like bill clinton get high and snicker
i run the united states, front nut
guaranteed to get some focus from my folks in the cut an’
they feel a partner
runnin from home plate, goin upstairs like i’m galarraga
i’m not that sucker duck batterer that you can bean with pitches
spit in your mask like romanowski did yo’ face in public
smack kids with fish wrap, i’m two rotations on the pitchback
exploit the frontline, yo secondary, throw salutes at
too many rappers havin slumber parties smokin weed
i’m throwin stones and rappers pillow fight with all they might
pimp slap your whole earth, her fat aunt jemimah -ss works
rappers get touched, molested, used up, and left neglected
and sell they duke shoes for a tie in cuban, colombian
paraphenalia, my styles cradle up your bald -ss
straight up i’ll carry ya, and drop her off as human waste
go kiss your broad, and tell me how my crooked stick taste

[chorus 2x: motion man] + (kool keith)
urban legend raps, with city sl!ckin facts
(collars with feather stencil brims to the max)
urban legend stories, we gloatin, glory glory
(men with styluses kid, act like you never saw me)

[kool keith]
yo i’m very black, i move with sk!ll on yo’ wack -ss
kangols and bell bottoms, dressed like grandmaster flash
watch the kid get hurt my p-n-s on his girl’s -n-s
ask me for autographs, the thongs are tight, gimme the math
check out the splits, saw your moms naked in black tail
hustler, penthouse, they put your wife in barely legal
openin legs with a pink sh0r- and spreadin eagle
whatchu want boy, on rappages call me master
stop actin pro, cause a lot of y’all, sound h0m-
panties on patios, your aunt call me daddy yo
mc’s get mad, see me naked at they grandma’s house
she’s 59, pumps off, nicole is lookin fine
got tina turner cookin pancakes up on the burner
what’s up son, gettin jealous, feelin your mom’s buns
go play your playstation, go study aviation
i need some privacy, drawers off, new sensation
three eight depth with p-rno movies tryin to show me booty
i call motion while your sister rubs in jergens lotion
-69 got the rubber on, eatin popcorn
most rappers out with cold hands, eat my nuts warm

[chorus]

[m] urban legend raps

{-scratched: “two cool brothers that were put on hold”-}

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