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Song Writer(s): Cisneros, Edward, Green, Noah, Johnson, Joe, Light, Publisher: COPS VS TRUCKERS, EMI APRIL MUSIC, INC., NOT THE FACE PUBLISHING, I do it, I do it, I do it, I do itSomething strange is happeningSomething strange is happeningI donât know where to beginBut something strange is happeningI do it this way, from the first to the seventh dayStay on target like an X-Wing flexingMy brain as I state my claimThat my aim is to do this property watch meDismiss your slobber impromptlyAs if my soul could be another manâs propertyYouâve got to be jokingThink a minute about what youâve been smokingBefore you start choking, and gasping, and askingWho knew, it's simple, and cheeky the dimpleI jump up, I get the thumbs up like a thimbleIt ain't what your thinking though, Iâm known to be proTo kick over thrones and leave governments overthrownCharismatic with the verbal acrobaticsTop gun take your breath away and leave you asthmaticItâs automatic that my standards are raisedThrough the attic and my tone is emphaticFeel the movement its fluid like sand in the hourglassHow could I stand to let even a single hour pass, withoutDelving ahead and thinking fall backI take to the sky, youâre grounded on the tarmacIf thereâs a mic to be rompedI will throw the first thorn across time zonesSuper fine zones with my rhyme zonesIâm not alone, my friends found by throneWe wear satin rhymes so we can sing along, so sing alongWe got the tasty treats to fill your mouth so open wideWe serve poetic justice, stay open all nightWell I, can understand why cheek is held highThose fans that wont die, they just wont, so ISleepwalk, just street talk like some ambulanceWe rock like amethyst, we raid like amorousScandalous music played by averistsYouâre solely misinformed like C-Span panelistsI never planned for this, big beat evangelistsWhack track antagonists, past rap sue dialysis, but we stand by thisSo hereâs an ode to those who know to throw up your wife is like thisAnd when it pours you know itâs rainingThese rats and races got me pistol whipped like stamensI ain't complaining though just hopping off this fence'Cause when itâs all said and done, things will finally come together