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park like setting - our turn lyrics

[verse one: mcenroe]
i can’t look back on a checkered game past
just outwit the wack, churn it out like james last
for my catalog you’ll need a forklift
digital to -n-log will make you pull quick
the hand that forced it, the band divorced it
a can do att-tude, a camp who’s born to spit
still legit despite dirty vitals
can’t take a quick dip into 30 t-tles
some may l-st
for their shows and their honor but never play much
strike a pose like madonna
no action and you’re wearing my patience out
quit rapping and become a location scout
and if you wanna hang with the stars dude
move to southern cal, get a job washing cars too
or get a tattoo
or get a chopper
pimp my ride
make it proper
rap ain’t the flavor of the month now
move to the next fad cause you’ll never be down
wow, you got too many throwbacks to go back now
an a-1 wardrobe but no rap town
can’t rap out loud
so hold a garage sale, cash out now
save your receipts and return your sneaks
break bread hates cheats and we’ll burn a leech
p&c
finally, ready for prime time
enough with the background, riding the pine time
press kit made up, enough of the if’s and whens
got my dues paid [?] dividends
too talented to hang up, make beats bang up
a room till the register is rang up
the five that earn this, we’re wrecking it easily
providing a service, collect ’em like [?]
check this box if your rock the bells yet
i come with the lyrics that’ll shock a spell check
want inexperience, behold a pale vet
a sold a stale debt and hold the nail set
for the coffin of a preconceived notion
all too often we’ll be leave we’ll be leaving thee toasted
doors we open, about to be closin’
for far too long, we’ve been left out frozen
you’ve seen the nice guy, now see the sick side
still won’t try to be on the d-ck ride
rest in line while the whole world fl!cks by
invest in mine so i keep my kicks fly
this guy in is disguise
diss mine in this life…
find a fist fly
at the fish fry i pick bones
with the fools of misguided as i kick clones
one trick ponies who lead dead homes
to block that all out i need headphones
and more beat
where’s the beat at?

“it’s our turn”

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