| Writing on the floor of a Chinese restaurant
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| Crown on my hip like Simon Petrikov
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| Thought of a song called 'Thinking of Master Plans'
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| Reagan and Rakim drinking in Amsterdam
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| Cafe back room meeting with cancer man
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| Engineering project black astronaut
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| The first scene in the film Prometheus
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| I wrote a brand new story that starts from there
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| Just need some help with the financing
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| I ain’t got nobody to pitch it to
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| My friends are superheros
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| None of us have very much money though
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| They can fly, run fast, read Portuguese
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| None of us have very much money though
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| They know judo and yoga, photography, politics
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| Some of them leap over buildings
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| Writers, magicians, comedians, astronauts
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| None of it mattered when niggas was hungry
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| My friends are superheros
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| None of us have very much money though
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| They wear the same underwear as billionaires
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| None of us have very much money though
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| Hustlers, beatmakers, drug dealers, sculptors
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| Ego-maniacal authors and bloggers
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| Some of them talk to the animals
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| None of it mattered when niggas was hungry
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| That shit’s not valuable
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| Come say it to my face
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| That shit’s not valuable
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| Come say it to my face
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| It’s all disposable
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| Come say it to my face
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| I was hoping this device might cure my remembering
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| I’m eighty-seven percent sure I invented it
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| High adrenaline I’m rapping on the cake boss
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| Name on the dressing room, so I ain’t lost
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| Commencing countdown takeoff
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| Another sound stage, rehearsing a fake space walk
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| Lil' Wayne is an ancient African
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| Jay-Z's been around since the 20s though
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| The only new ones is Lil' B and One Be Lo
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| We only got a hundred months to go
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| Until your hometown’s covered under tons of snow
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| It goes one, two, three, four, five little Indians
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| When it’s all over I survive on the Pentium
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| Chips, cinnamon flavored memory sticks
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| And I’ll flash, take a picture
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| Cause I won’t remember
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| That shit’s not valuable
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| Come say it to my face
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| That shit’s disposable
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| Come say it to my face
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| It’s not authentic though
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| Come say it to my face
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| That’s so ingenuine
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| Come say it to my face
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| My friends are superheros
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| None of us have very much money though
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| They can fly, run fast, read Portuguese
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| None of us have very much money though
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| They can make hair grease out of fruits and herbs
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| None of us have very much money though
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| They can take selfies like Dubuffet
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| None of us have very much money though
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| Track 5 on Dark Comedy |