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I see a thousand guys

Can’t tell if it’s bona fide

Or if it’s just my compound eyes

I could be wrong or right

Black or white

Full of matter and atoms or actually a poltergeist

The whole globe is a big fat masquerade

Faces painted with shapes in a wack parade

So when actors are staging a mass charade

It seems natural and that’s how it has to stay

On the playground shooting hoops

Just a couple of rebels who done flew the coop

But does mama know they’ve been sneaking Smith and Hook

Since my sneakers had hook and loop?

I’m playing Mario day and night

While these kids my age played pass the pipe

I never drank or smoke one day in my life

But I still got sick from the second hand hype

I’m a skinny average joe

But I’d oppose adding adipose apropos

With a bit of protein dose

Not an addict, I’m not gonna act a pro

When I make a line, I’m cracking jokes

I don’t need to play dumb, it’s a fact I’m dope

In the classroom passing notes

Saying rap’s a virus and I’ve got the antidote

But our test scores are important

I’m no ramen noodling college student

Ordering one ton of wontons at one o’clock in the morning

Nope I got the power, graduating with cords all on my torso

Living life like an electric type while your moves are so normal

Oh

You are infinitesimal to an infinite decimal place value

An infant is better at stitching intricate sentences

When it’s itching after going

Without food

An hour too long

And can only say “ga goo”

The whole globe is a masquerade

School’s out and you can’t get a passing grade

I’m the king of the castle so grab my grapes

And start fanning you’re great for a palace maid

No longer a nomad that has to run

And hunt when it’s after dusk

I made this bread

And I’ll smack any vagabond with a bag of buns

Staying fresh is my ultimatum

You sons stay dry like an old tomato

When I’m nearby, it’s so hot you better stop dropping rolls, you Butterfinger baker

I’m magically delicious

It’s actually ridiculous

When you’re washing my dishes

Make sure you rub the gravy boat and ask it for three wishes

My magic touch is so luscious and succulent

But you’re dusty you better grab a vacuum and suck the lint

Off your crusty pits I’ve had enough of it

The whole globe is a masquerade

Screw scrambled I do eggs Fabergé

Even better than that I can fabricate

A fake character and just rap for days

When the colors fade

And the decorations get thrown away

If there ain't a face that you’re happy with

Then I’m afraid you just lost the game

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I’m not good at everything I do

I just only do what I’m good at

But it has to maintain its shape whether its rainbow or pitch black

I’m a master of nothing

And I know what I’m not

But I am a jack of all trades

And you can’t keep jack in a box

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