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the wiz - twenty sixteens lyrics

uh yeah, let me start from the top
like an iced sundae with a cherry on top
or like i’m bungee jumpin’, better watch out for rocks
will leave you cord less, like a wireless box
with no aux, put on your socks to dodge the frostbite
from these frigid fore winds that’s flying through the mic
don’t need cuban links, to form these glaciers of ice
but the way i ship these bars seem more t-tanic in sight
i keep it right keep it light, and i amputate what’s left
so i captain these hooks and just johnny depp the rest
fresh to death, with an x mark wherever i step
girl you’re more than just the booty or a treasured chest
i digress, nonetheless the pirate theme was running long
like olympic runners in a track marathon
or an open wide receiver by the name of desean
throwing verbal hail mary’s, you know my pen hand is strong
so i wrote it in a song, now ya gotta put me on.let the sax play!!

twenty sixteens, twenty sixteens
and you know just what i mean
tryna keep it so clean
that’s a verse from my mind count em twenty sixteens
and we’re back like commercial break or these snakes
that you thought were friends but all turned into fakes
no mistake, call this a one man showcase
and you can skip the highlights i did it first take
no way, jose, got whole the world chanting ole’
a boss like rozay, but the almighty i obey
he holds all wisdom, you ain’t got the answers sway
so like i mantis i pray, that we all make it through the day
but anyway, i’m here to drop the real by any means
a bit of malcolm in the middle, and martin in my genes
thru these sitcom scenes or parables from the risen king
the message i bring causes these crows to lose their wings
bet it stings like a b-mble but i try to keep it humble
as a mumble, i may stumble but never ever fumble
prepare for trouble from my hustle and maybe make it double
blasting off to sp-ce so make sure your telescope is hubble
try to stay outside the bubble that the world seeks to trap me in
and spread em that hope thru the words that i’m trafficking
tell these wack rappers it’s nap time so pack it in
and for the real, second coming, we back again
so tell a friend…that we here till the end….bring the sax back

that’s so sistine my chapel of rhymes is so pristine
like a mural by michelangelo on the ceiling
but never lost the flow, and never shut the do’
give me four more walls and we got rooms to go
that’s fa show, like a mannequin, force is strong like anakin
the records i spin, make em so hard for handling
a potter with the clay, and impervious to shattering
holy spirit i’m channelin’ with his credits as the ghost writer
christ as the feature and god produced the fire
and every track i trek has the footprints of the trinity
so all really i need is three sixteens to slay the enemy

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