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Oddball
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Oddball was released on September 14, 2008 by Blue Collar Gang as a part of the album Goin' Ape
September 14, 2008
LabelBlue Collar Gang
LanguageEnglish
BPM87
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Odds are, I'm just an oddball
And my odds are, I'd fall
See my glow, pa? I'm a odd star
Radiant, close to comet, but far
Far away from Pluto, now that's far
My spaceship tip-toe, lean out the two-door
Eyes through the galaxy, more than a fallacy
Growth through the blood veins, seen too much pain, so
Never could feel like a child again
Maintain, see the sun don't chill
Raised him up right, so son, don't kill
If you don't relate, then I don't know what you feel
I'm in the night still, stiller than night
Tryna concentrate on words to make 'em spill on the mic
Heated when I hear wack rappers, but hype kills
So I'm feeling alright
So I leave 'em out of this one and go on with life
Pursuit of happiness, duckin' the spite
My might, high voltage, stay away from this light
Take doses of this dopeness and cling to the height
That my high brings to you
Odd type of intoxicant that brings dreams to you
That's why I sing to you, emotional bliss
Tell the engineer to keep the list
And we gon' keep it rockin' like this
Back in the booth, put that juice in my headphones
Loud, I need to be heard, wake up the dead poems
They throwin' stones, tryna keep me calm
But I won't let up until I'm hiphops.com
This years in the makin', no sitcom
More like the trilogy, you feelin' me? If not, get gone
I spit on beats and run through fleets of wack MC's
My catalog fills up more iPods than Mac PC's
I'm on my job like Steve, without the dollar signs
I'm killin' this new school, walk up in the classroom
Totin' my pencil with a tip full of lead
Story of an oddball and this is how it's read
Not your typical rap star, I'm past bar for bar
So I'm something like hip-hop's law
But not enforcement, my endorsement is raw spit
And if you **** is tappin' the surface, then I must be the tar pit
Stalley at his best, flash Wally West
Spit raps 'til there's hardly breath, then laugh like "ha, yes"
And I'm hardly pressed, I stay wrinkled when I step out-
Side of the box, normal cats I laugh at the
Sight of you, ock, I probably should stop
'Cause I'm a weirdo, for real though, live in stereo
Coup d'etat, Stalley the ape, the musical oddball
Written by: Kyle Myricks
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