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[Verse 1: Slug]
From the earlier days when I would ego trip
To the phaze when I hit all that emo shit
To where I'm at now, eyes on the time
Cause a rhyme is a nothing if you're frontin' on your mankind
I understand, we gotta have our ups and downs
So I'mma keep it up and hump it just above the underground
And from here I can toss my rocks at the plane
And send them off all into the Earth with the rain
Here comes the floods *duh-duh-duh-duh*
Brought on by Slug *duh-duh-duh-duh*
And all I ever asked for was a handshake, sure
And now we got a fanbase, and now we're on a record store
Rhymesayers Entertainment, you know the language
Dynospectrum, come and climb aboard the spaceship
Feasten your safety belts, secure your drink
Ease back into your seat and relax your feet
1200 motherfuckin' Hobos on the beat juggle
Pissing on the planet, leaving nothing but a deep puddle
And Abilities and me we got a case full of beer
Drunk drive your ears way out into the atmosphere
Now let's get it.. wait !
No, let's get it.. wait !
No, let's get it.. wait !
No, let's get it.. no !
Now let's get it straight, from the ten thousand lakes
Abilities and Slug still living out off a suitcase
Lick a headshot for the Twin Cities south
And all the people that's trying to get down with me now
Oh yes, the midwest, superheroes of (paze?)
They're true to the absolute zero, the circle
On the curve of the turn of the century's end
And my penpal bolted me over these hurdles
Big Bad Abilities, tell these fools to fuck off
These DJ's are jerking but they can't get a nut off
Nothing but a dry hump, ain't never gonna bust off
Dress 'em in a altertop with Daisy Duke cutoffs
Big Bad Abilities, king of the nipples
Grabbing on the clits, making their fluids ripple
From the middle of nowhere, the Minnesota missle
Everybody else (?)

[Outro]
Rhymesayers Entertainment, Atmosphere
1200 motherfucking Hobos, DJ Abilities
My name is Slug
Minneapolis, St Paul