Atmosphere: 52 Pick up

(Kissing noises)(Come here, come here, come here, right now, come here)[Verse 1]Come here little rabbit, I'm going to give you a treat, take a seatI'd like to tell you a little story, about a boy; he couldn't make ends meetNot only that but he couldn't make sense out of the daily walkOr the way we talkOr how much though can be put into the price of advertisingI was watching him when he stepped forward to speakUnder the impression that he was just another local freakNever would have guessed that he was capable of taking out a cluster of droids!Just to make noiseWhat some will do for attentionSometimes it's too honorable to mentionAnd what we're dealing with here is a systems malfunctionCatching visions after the treasure was sunkenNot to be mistaken for a role-model husbandBecause I'm only interested in fucking![Verse 2]Just my luck I'm a narcoleptic nymphoPetal to the metal with my dick hanging out the windowAnyway the wind blowIt come ten foldMust be the season of the info![Verse 3]And sometimes I talk to the trees (what)I'm a dope fucking rapper, and I'm not trying to be abstract!I'm saying thatHip-Hop is larger than the politics, the karmaand accessories you carry in your back packOh, and by the way, big thanks for all of the supportI'm amazed you all want to hear what comes out of my mouthAnd I still keep my finger nails shortSo I don't tear your girlfriends from the insides out[Verse 4]Now do you get it yet?Well you willJust hold stillAnd god bless the road killWith an empty can of oatmealIn case you're unaware, it's been a long time comingA lot of mind numbingTrying to climb something[Verse 5]I used to walk into this room unnoticed (yup)And as buzzed as I was, you all was lost in my focusAnd if I could keep from my knee to hurlI would leap into your world!And feed my seed to your girl!Just to prove you've no clue as to what your boo likesBut you got a good start, if you spell my fucking name right!So show the tag on your shit that says bitch made (come on)While I push the mental switch bladeDeep into your rip cage[Verse 6]Kill the stageSweat deathHave a drinkAnd piss inkFill the page and spit life, just to make these kids thinkSee I came tonight to play the role of Pipe PiperBut first I want to know who stole my lighter?!And while were at it, someone asked, "Who stole the soul?"I can smell food, but who's holding the bowl?Let's take a little stroll through your tape collectionAnd check the UPCs to see who raped the essence[Verse 7]Yes it hurtsBecause it's a business firstAnd it gets worstWhen you jerksLet it get into your verseAnd I still can't seem to adaptBut I'm a dope fucking rapper[Chorus]And I'm not even trying to be abstractAnd If I could fly, I'd lift you up!And take you into the sky, and she you Slug!And If I could fly, I'd lift you up!And take you into the air, and she you Slug!And If I could fly, I'd lift you up!And take you into the sky, and she you Slug!And If I could fly, I'd lift you up!And take you into the air, and she you Slug!And If I could fly, I'd lift you up!(And never seen)And take you into the sky, and she you Slug!(Never, ever)And If I could fly, I'd lift you up!(Never seen)And take you into the air, and she you Slug!(Never, ever)And If I could fly, I'd lift you up!(Never seen)And take you into the sky, and she you Slug!(Never, ever)And If I could fly, I'd lift you up!(Never seen)And take you into the air, and she you Slug!(Never, ever)Like you've never seen... never ever... never... never(Pick it up, pit up)[Outro]Yo! I want to say peace to Christina Ricci!Sorry MURS I'm going to get that first!