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That means I solve problems, not problems like "What is beauty?" Because that would fall within the purview of your conundrums of philosophy.
I solve practical problems,
for instance: how am I going to stop some mean mother Hubbard from tearing me a structurally superfluous be-hind?
The answer, use a gun, and if that don't work... Use more gun.
Take for instance this heavy caliber tripod mounted lil' old number designed by me, built by me, and you best hope...
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My life got flipped turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
In West Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground is where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air"
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket
and i gave her my penis! A little bit of penis!