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Everybody

Ty
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Everybody wants to be the best in the world I just really wanna have sex with my girl Maybe have a baby, maybe name her Pearl I'm not really sure, but I'm really raw And I'm really not tryin' to hear no halfwits at my door Knock knock, who is it? (Knock knock, who is it?) If you're claiming it's wizard, then let's see how you live it If you're aiming to fidget, you should just ribbit ribbit Like a frog prince, we don't really mince our syllables In this bitch circuit I'm a pitch perfect lyricist Black like my jimmy, what I give is not urban Never been, so I can't sway or start swerving Not afraid to use it, my music is definitely Hereditary bias, so buy us, it's rudimentary This work of art is not pop tart, stop fooling with me My work of art is not pop tart, cool out, hear hippies singing Hold that everybody, everybody Everybody hold that everybody Hold that everybody, everybody Everybody hold that everybody Standing on the dock of the bay waving my fist at the boat I dispense words and redistribute hope To folks that don't cater In a strict of the link to DJ's with loose faders And buyers, newspapers that choose to confuse me Refuse and abuse me and link me to uzis But still I rise back on the block like Quincy Da Vinci, road code, you can't convince me To keep my mouth closed for a gold watch Award winning, so what? We are so hot it hurts And me singing "mami" isn't N-O If you don't scratch the surface don't listen to my demo This is not a publicity stunt by some designer My authenticity bumps, don't undermine her My poetry will replace punks that wanna act Like they're rhyme ill, spin back, breaks in time and all at once Everybody, everybody Hold that everybody, hold that everybody Hold that everybody, everybody Hold that everybody, hold that everybody You probably heard him through the grapevine, I don't do clones I write raps that sound fresh and turn into poems, I stress That I'm not playing with toys, I'm full-grown at best You can catch me live at a show near you I walk a very thin line, got a groove in my shoes No longer apologetic, you can't do what I do If you're feeling like a crouton, then get up in my stew 'Cause all this sweet corny rapping's got me feeling quite blue So solid when I speak on behalf of crews That wanna boogie but are not given their dancing shoes To just do it for everybody, do it for everybody Do it for everybody, do it for everybody At this moment in time I wanna dedicate my tone To everybody at home, around the world and alone, we are Everybody, everybody Everybody, let's take it home, everybody Hold that everybody, everybody Hold that everybody, hold that everybody Hold that everybody, everybody Hold that everybody, hold that everybody Hold that Hold that