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CHORUS
I see you doing your thing, Iâm doing mine too
So I could be Baje, and you could be you
And we could just rock, no matter what they say
Do you call it hip hop? It donât matter to me
Baje One on the micros
Little something for the hyper-hypos
Type rhymes, no type of typos
Slip past with a burst of nitro
Not so much Fast and Furious
More like Midnight Club, the nerd is just
Way too strong inside me like Kuato
Coming out now, whereâs your poncho
So strange, itâs raining raincoats
All day heâs painting rainbows
Too busy changing fate for saving face with fakes and lame-oâs
Ha, let the haters hate
Let 'em watch them stars till they fade away
I wonât be online for the great debate
Iâm in a tan minivan going state to state like...
Better catch your breath
And Ziploc bag it, if itâs that fresh
Nowadays when rappers rap, I need acting class to act impressed
So throw your hands up to the stars
If they think they know who you are
They donât, they donât
Come with us? They wonât
CHORUS
Now how many times do I got to say this?
Wonât stop till we top the playlist
More likely the top of the waitlist
But donât front like itâs not contagious
It is, achoo, this is Snafu
And J. Howells Werthman on the track
And look closely, we on the map and
Right there by Prospect Park
Thatâs where we stop and start
Kicking frees while Snafu pushes me inside a shopping cart
True story, might've had a couple things to drink, stuff to smoke
Stay Embedded, Juxtaposed
And inspected, up to code
So shake it like the night before Christmas
Itâs just litmus, the awesome tester
Mike sound nice like Salt-N-Pepa
Ahh, push it, ah ah, that record
And if I was famous, Iâd be living exactly how Iâm living now
CHORUS
Are you ever hanging out, and somebody will say
âWell, what you thinking 'bout?â And you tell them straight
And when they hear what is going on inside
Well thatâs when they say âYou are out of your mindâ