Don't care bout no <b>fad</b>, I do my own thing
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I told you both through, fight through the <b>bleak</b>
Clench my teeth dweet, <b>ends often meet</b>
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You down for rebellion, left-handed <b>crough</b> we embrace the <b>minellium</b> [sic :)]
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You front like <b>you be</b> scholar, <b>Smith</b>* smells pretense
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That I wear with knuckledusters, taking out these <b>frauds</b> in their clusters
Three by three, five by five
How would you describe this left handed loony
Toony votoony, <b>dance gatecrasher</b>
Corrected lyrics:
Don't care bout no <b>fad</b>, I do my own thing ... I told you both through, fight through the <b>bleak</b> Clench my teeth dweet, <b>ends often meet</b> ... You down for rebellion, left-handed <b>crough</b> we embrace the <b>minellium</b> [sic :)] ... You front like <b>you be</b> scholar, <b>Smith</b>* smells pretense ... That I wear with knuckledusters, taking out these <b>frauds</b> in their clusters Three by three, five by five How would you describe this left handed loony Toony votoony, <b>dance gatecrasher</b>
*"Smith" is Roots himself, AKA Rodney Smith