Algebra - 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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Not algebra or calculus

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Well 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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Not algebra or calculus

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Well take a crack at this now

It’s the P.H.A.R.M.A.K.O.M

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 U.L.A

Burning all the competition with the rhymes that I say

H the double O the L the I the G.A.N

Now the soul is what will signify the hooligan

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Not algebra or calculus

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Well take a crack at this now