Algebra de Soul Hooligan

Kept back by the deeper rumblings in my breast
bad vibes putting mad pressure on my chest
fly time is a rhythm clocking exocet
mad lines from a stranger you've already met
tribal is the plate i'm eating from, you guessed
i'm full yet i cannot fit inside my vest
'where's he at?' is the question i refuse to get
here i'm at. right here. in your headphone set.
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So take a crack at this now.
Two truths make a lie, first you die then fly
cross the sky - jambalaya with your chocolate pie
suck it deep: don't let it interrupt your sleep
you'll get fleas and disease when you're counting your sheep
if you please, don't please 'em - run 'em off the ranch
let them grow like leaves then rip 'em off the branch
fly time is a rhythm clocking do-si-do
b-boys rocking with the freak-freak: so now you know.
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It's the
the remedy, yes the cure from the poisonous pen

what you'll find inside my rhyme is enemy and friend
going n to the e the b the
burning all the competition with the rhymes that i say
h the double o the l the i the
now the soul is what will signify the hooligan.
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So take a crack at this now.