| I have never performed this ritual before
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| I’m going to do my, my very best
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| I’m going to read it as it, as it is stated here
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| Sign an autograph and sell it to your own self
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| Cause this a pageant, sing my anthem 'til your bones melt
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| It’s engaged and it spans the entire globe
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| A big pigeon in a beanie in a choir robe
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| From a taxiderm bird on your fireplace
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| Just say the word and we emerge on your fire escape
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| And cookie-face vision half-blurred on a higher state
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| Confident, I keep my password on my licence plate
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| And I could teleport, we know the mirror arts
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| So fear the magic, it can tear your whole gear apart
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| Your generation’s been cursed, what that trauma do
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| Our nametag says «Stop, look what I’ve been through»
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| We a pack of 500 black presidents
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| We the Bulls triple-seven magnificent
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| With no authority and self-written etiquette
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| A flag made of mirrors, bubba I’m you, I’m you
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| We is not a gang, we all look the same as you
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| But don’t be ashamed, we all make the same snafu
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| We got different names, we might get the same tattoo
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| Maybe it’s a gang, maybe it became that too
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| Yes, be polite, but beg no pardon, no
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| It’s made of cookie-king dough on Mario
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| Then we laugh, the whole staff half-Byzantine
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| With mathematics, protractors, a chicken wing
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| And Mario has got my face looking silly, kid
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| A princess is in a whole different pyramid
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| A generation’s been cursed, what that trauma do
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| Our nametag says «Stop, look what I’ve been through»
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| We a pack of 500 black elephants (Black elephants!)
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| We the Bulls triple-seven magnificent (If you want!)
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| With no authority and self-written etiquette (Yeah!)
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| The flag made of mirrors, bubba I’m you, I’m you
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| We is not a gang, we all look the same as you (Introducing!)
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| We don’t be ashamed, we done made the same snafu (The 1993 Chicago Bulls!)
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| We got different names, we might get the same tattoo
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| Maybe it’s a gang, maybe it became that too
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| We is not a gang, we all look the same as you (You're in it, you got tricked!
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| You’re in it now!)
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| But don’t be ashamed, we all made the same snafu
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| We got different names, we might get the same tattoo (As soon as the song goes
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| off, you have been initiated!)
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| Maybe it’s a gang, maybe it became that too |