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I stitch a tux from feathers of a penguin samurai Make a bathrobe outta birds from the isle of Hawaii Snatch a feather, dip it red, call it war paint dye Steal your boat’s plug, flood your dreams like Mumbai Slick the steering wheel, now you swerve like sci-fi Put a bug inside your wallet, call it techie spy Serve the worst damn sausage, and I call it stir-fry Say “nothing” in English, give your language a try I throw your gear in reverse, wave your memory goodbye Load my granddad’s pipe with a tale from Shanghai Take a kid’s sweet, no shame, no why Smack your forehead, raise a lump that’s high Drop a turd in your lawn, fertilize and lie Bring a gang to your yard, we're the stink parade, aye I’m the wave that drowned your fate, call me samurai Saw a crooked move by the man named Eli Stole a drink from a drunk in a ditch near Dubai Pocketed his badge from the cop on standby Sank your eight ball in a hall in Versailles Turned Helsinki to the hood, renamed it to Hi-Fi I’m the president now, Stalin with a tie Pull a rabbit out my hat when I’m facing sci-fi Cut your mic wire clean, silence your reply Rap so bad you’d rather eat a crow pie Took your cap and invented a new school fly Mixed chess with MMA, rules? Goodbye Finish line waits with a ghost of Ali Stole a hug from your girl, you just standin’ by Face like you baked, Amil's apple pie Now I’m your new dad, call me papi, no lie Rollin’ blunts, flipping life inside-out, no why I’m the hurricane, shut it when it’s my sky Up is down now, flipped your office supply Turned your files into memes on Wi-Fi Sent the invoice with love, then I say “comply”