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[intro: nick lupi]
uh. ayy, joyride. check me out, [?]. lot of these mcs i been hearin’ lately need to go to sleep with a mirror… need to wake up to ’emselves [?] think of that [?]

[verse 1: jimmy nice]
yeah
when you rock you [?] like you stopped your watch
when i rock crowds flock, dudes stop to watch
hands go round like the top of a clock
and the fans don’t breath till we leave the spot
we all got dreams that we chase like [?]
down by the water like huckleberry finny
crew so beast, let me put you on the skinny, though
flows [?] but we should just stay innie
now anybody in 2010 that got a friend
that say he rap can get a pen and give it a try
but if he ain’t called james he’s spent half his life
down the drain, [?] flames [?] i
they clark kent’s, they went and bought a suit and tie
[?] planes in the sky try to superman fly
some wanna diss, some wanna d-ckride
either way you walk it’s a very thin line
talk’s cheap, you can’t use twitter in a fight
you internet [?] don’t fit my type (not at all)
we the bold motherf-ckers, we the underline
took time, though, out the underground i climb, it’s goes

[chorus: jimmy nice & nick lupi]
one for the money and two for the kids
three for the four, five toys in your clique
from six through to twelve i’ma school you quick
take a seat, boy, you ain’t that sick
and it goes, one for the money and two for the kids
three for the four, five toys in your clique
from six through to twelve i’ma school you quick
take a seat, boy, you ain’t that sick (yo, nick)

[verse 2: nick lupi]
nah
no, you won’t need to boost my belief, we gettin’ lifted up
the man on the moon, gravity can l!ck a nut
sun is in the sky, jameson is in the cup
summertime [?] arrive, but we got the windows up
gettin’ my zen on, channellin’ my inner monk
i’m feelin’ weightless, tireless, dateless, yeah
i’m feelin’ good, man, exactly where i should be
feel a certain greatness, d-mn, this is some good weed (it’s good weed)
live and direct from the middle of the road (uh)
you seen us at the shows, you know how the story goes (you know it)
meanest with the flows over any audio, but
this is more important than the glory, you should know, so
glory to my friends, f-ck it, glory to my foes
anybody on the grind gettin’ where they wanna go
me, i’m in a state interstate blowin’ smoke
tryna make the place shake like the face of [?]

[chorus: jimmy nice & nick lupi]
one for the money and two for the kids
three for the four, five toys in your clique
from six through to twelve i’ma school you quick
take a seat, boy, you ain’t that sick
and it goes, one for the money and two for the kids
three for the four, five toys in your clique
from six through to twelve i’ma school you quick
take a seat, boy, you ain’t that sick

[verse 3: joyride]
nah, you ain’t that sick, but we need ambulances
got tony danza stanzas, who’s the boss of the manner?
i’m the boss with some manners, i mind my p’s and q’s
so you’re excused if you think that you could fill my shoes
ain’t bein’ rude, but if it’s about to go down
feel free to count me in like james brown
(one, two, three, four) get on up
and if you lookin’ for a sure thing bet on us
’cause we payin’ ’bout a dollar-oh-four
every time we step off stage they holler for more
but [?] ’cause every track that one day’s on
is as big as [?], the house always win
go on and pop a head spin, [?] fellas
got the kind of ladies makin’ all the haters get jealous
mm-hmm, they cut like cialis
’cause she starin’ into my b-lls like fortune tellers

[chorus: jimmy nice & nick lupi]
one for the money and two for the kids
three for the four, five toys in your clique
from six through to twelve i’ma school you quick
take a seat, boy, you ain’t that sick
and it goes, one for the money and two for the kids
three for the four, five toys in your clique
from six through to twelve i’ma school you quick
take a seat, boy, you ain’t that sick

[outro: jimmy nice]
nah, you ain’t that sick. come on, man, said you ain’t that sick. be real. what on earth did your quack prescribe to you, player? splash a bit of water on your face. man, you ain’t that sick. have a aspirin, sleep it off, feel me? i said you ain’t that sick. you been on that panadeine forte sh-t for a minute now. you ain’t that sick. enough sh-t talk from me. yeah, we outtie

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