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I'm Beaming (All City Chess Club Remix)

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I'm beamin' [Asher Roth:] My aura takes the form of the aurora borealis Or a floral pattern, more or less a forest to your salad The neural path I've traveled has immediate reaction Can't you see that I am beaming? I'll be leaving in a second Sipping magic from a chalice, detached from the distractions At last, I can relax, looking past all of the action A fraction or a fragment of me actually is present The rest of me is heavenly, the seventh house's zenith Yes, the fence intimidates, it's meant to keep you out (But) Let your senses resonate and leap it in a bound ('Cause) Freedom isn't found inside a visa or a crown And even the voice of reason couldn't speak it out loud (But) Mortals are immortal when their soul has been imported To a source that is more sovereign, important to the whole (Whole) This is the warmest moment of a poet turned heroic As he slowly comes to focus, go ahead and watch me glow [Charles Hamilton:] Rey Mysterio flow, stayin' clear Of makeup-smeared hatin' queers, makin' clear this is spiritual Though a spirit you owe, church final Your funeral in an arena, you searchin' for fire Or titles, or tidal waves Tie the game like a shot from outside when it's 95 to 98 To throw slid into you left-side broke (Niggas!) (Beam!) Boa constrictor, chokin' (Niggas!), the grown man (Beam!) Pawns mean, your controllers get broken (Nigga!) (Beam!) Anarchy in the Ford, you need to focus (Nigga!) (Beam!) Love, I get none, like sayin' no to niggas Hamiltonian's loneliness, so I hold my (Beams!) (Niggas!) I logged on to see a c-section, a gross display Sleep never, and Rolaids, deep lessons won't go away I keep pressin' like my phone is afraid To be the star, so I end it and pound it, see what the code can say [Lupe Fiasco:] Calling all the good rappers, had to get my crew together Fire like the fire flower, flyer than the super feather Superman with two propellers, enter that, ninja rap You can call it Super Shredder, boss scene, Ross theme You can call it super better, new to this, Ludacris Foolishness, Lu been doin' this since super letters So I can't spell and can't mail it out If you can't feel, it's too full, you can't peel it out Showboatin' at the show, but you can't sell it out I'm on the sea shepherd deck, helpin' the whales out All my egos in the mirror, checkin' themselves out Tweeters in the trunk, helpin' the twelves out The speakers on bump, the rappers on acne This track is what would happen if the rastas meet the mathletes Yes, sir, then the Chess Club got dressed up And went and took all the bitches of the athletes [Mikey Rocks:] Big up to what's been up, nigga Pin-ups from when we clicked up and posed for these pictures, good And the kids connected up, and they clicked snap Hollerin', "Yeah, we weighed on the iPhone scale app! " Without fail, the best to ever do it just will Haven't done it all, but we got copy wheelwell, though But it ain't no sweat, I got a whole outfit And a new fitted cap that I ain't wore out yet (Check, check, check) And I'm beamin' Yeah, and I seen it, like a twenty-seven inch Zenith Projected widescreen, now they got it 3D Now we NBA'd up from development leagues [Chuck English:] Ay, yo, they pale in comparison to stories we tell Man, he see me on the hovercraft and he got a sail Bubble-ass Brenda, stacked up in the window Of whatever 'Lac truck pick her up, retail Nigga, what? It just hit me like a Mack truck semi On my last trip to Sydney in the Sheraton lobby Grab my coattails and get a grip (Grab 'em) You want the truth? Well, the truth is This is it, pointin' out the differences This is exquisite shit, riveting, isn't it? Lizard king loafers on swole when I'm kickin' it Joe, the live nigga, real rig-a-marole


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