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[Verse 1]
Killing the game, feeling like I'm hunting safari
You got that Jesus on your chain, while you do nothing but party
I got my weed, I got my drink, but I'm focused
Gandhi, I feel the focus on me
So I'm taking over shortly
[Verse 2]
Money on my mind but only because it's king
Obama dollar sign, my president is green
Run up in your residence rip apart everything
Generation don't give a fuck about anything
Never wanted to be an astronaut
I was just an outcast who would rap a lot
Behind music, pussy was an afterthought
Who'd knew I'd be here, or even half as hot
And so I wait while you sleep
Train while you eat
Bite the bullet you can see the stains on my teeth
Treat the beat like the battle field
Call me Kubla Khan
I'm on the sun, I don't know what planet you been on
She my moon, I'm a star
Hold me down while I'm gone
She's at piece I'm at war
Together we make hip hop
Up while the city sleeps
I don't need to keep watch
Tick tock, count down till when the beat drop
[Verse 3]
It's just us now, cut the lose strings
Turn the lights down, and let your mood swing
Heart race to the finish, as we shed clothes
Let go of the ego making your head grow
[Verse 4]
Whoa, I'm too hot
I'm so cold
They told me don't stop
Keep going
[Verse 5]
You're so full of yourself, right?
Only think of yourself, right?
All you need it your self, right?
You are truly the definition of I
So take it off, off, take it all off
Your naked body is part of who we are, are
So take it all off, off, break it all off
Your naked body is part of who we are
[Verse 6]
So we dance in the rain, drop all things
Put our hands to the stars like we just won a ball game
But we ain't playing for the fortune
We ain't playing for the fame
Matter fact we ain't even playing a game
Life is what you make it, you can give it you can take it
You can waste it chasing bitches, or listen to what I'm saying
Twenty, twenty vision isn't a given, when you was raised in
A system full of the prisons, and shitty education
I'm out, let me re up
What we need's love
What we need is some cooking and good bud
Lets have a pow wow and make some music
You can play the drums while I Langston Hughes it
It's classic, this rap shit is tired
It lacks passion
Fuck your world star
Mind frame, my lanes, way past it
Just imagine all the places we could go
So drop and make up and take off your clothes (Who we are)
[Verse 7]
Whoa
(Who we are)
[Verse 8]
Really though (Who we are)
Sometimes we just gotta let it all go
[Verse 9]
You're so full of yourself, right?
Only thing of yourself, right?
All you need it yourself, right?
You are truly the definition of I
So take it off, off, take it all off
Your naked body is part of who we are, are
So take it all off, off, break it all off
Your naked body is part of who we are
Who we are, who we are
Who we are...
Written by: Sol Rosenberg
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