Shoelace - Uncut Imagination lyrics

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Shoelace - Uncut Imagination lyrics

[Verse 1} Imagined I got a A just for skipping a cla**/ 10 triple D's knocking at my door for some a**/ Only studied for the test once skimming the words/ Now the teacher's trying to get me to teach her some new verbs/ Food stamps paid for food and they paid for some beer/ Haters used to disrespect me now they dance and they cheer/ Its a new day I imagine it my way/ Dogs barking is a welcome sound/ 10 dollars off the dollar menu and ain't gained a pound!/ CHEEESE BUR GERS express/ Combo no less/ Ate it real sloppy no stains on my chest/ Dickel man buddy done came with the best/ She's about to cough brains on her chest/ No rapper ever lied about g**ning and feigning success/ Why yes so i'll claim me a vest/ Yes sir! That one right there.... Yes...the one with the tight bu*tons... So/ If you wanna view paradise/ A place with no lies and no disguise/ Ya might be rolling snake eyes/ Consistently circumventing centipedes in a glow-lac/ The one in the back is on prozac/ I ain't gotta make sense I'm a big mack/ So I lay back in this zone/ Zen incense the microphone/ Grab the mallet and ring the gong/ Here comes mr. Ching Chang Chong/ [Verse 2] I imagine as MF DOOM its gonna be a great day today/ Cuz the local trash collectors got an application from Michael Bay/ And Kenny G gave a rest on the soprano/ My homies in the Resident Evil struggle got unlimited ammo/ Look at them women in camo/ Oh my god she looks like Rambo!/ A rapper needs keys to success/ So the hood sent him a piano/ And then he plays at first G/ Figured out some jazz and now he's playing rap movies/ [Break] I imagine that ghetto kids ain't ashamed to come home/ Now they care about books and could give a f** about phones/ Mama pa**ing me some gravy and I pour it on corn/ Oh you know that you can make the best Sweet Potato Pone/ Imagined that I new the secret to the reason I'm born/ Life is a hooker on a tightrope, when you blow it its gone/ [sample segue] Ahh splat! Thought-I-saw-a-puddy-tat/ Creeping in my window/ Trying to see about them birdies YOU KNOW!/ It ain't such a daily struggle just to make me feel glad/ And when I think about my ex's it dont feel so bad/ My country is NOT an epileptic under a strobe/ Then I use a little music to warm up the globe/