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DJ CANNON:
Holla At Me!

ASHER ROTH:
Yo, Cannon!
What would this mixtape be, if I didn't get on the one beat
That everbody gets on? (DRAMATIC!)
You know I had to, dog...

You know the world's gone mad
When blacks wear plaid
And Mariah has married Nick Can-non
Or when a boy from the burbs
Has the nerves to converge
On a mixtape with DJ Cannon? (The CANNON!)

You know the world's gone mad
When blacks wear plaid
And Mariah has married Nick Can-non
Or when a boy from the burbs
Has the nerves to converge
On a mixtape with DJ Cannon?

DJ CANNON:
Alright... Now if you really feel like that, Keep going!
I don't know what else to tell you, Go in!

ASHER ROTH:
Yo, Cannon!
What would this mixtape be, if I didn't get on the one beat
That everbody gets on? (I don't know, homie!)
You know I had to, dog... (STEPS BACK!)

You know the world's gone mad
When blacks wear plaid
And Mariah has married Nick Can-non (GET EM!)
Or when a boy from the burbs
Has the nerves to converge
On a mixtape with DJ Cannon? (CANNON!)

Aww, God Damn-it,
That's the last straw, can't stand it
You all must be reprimanded
Spank that fan-ny, Man-ny
So uncanny, Ginobli flow left-handed

Yes, I am a fan of Da-kota Fanning,
and I Am Sam, out-standing!
My Sean Penn-manship is fan-cy,
yeah, my rhe-to-ric is dan-dy
I circumvent my words (TRENDSETTER!)
And vent for the burbs,
I have emerged Ad Ven-ti,
Dos anos, vamos, pronto, let's go,
Her lip gloss tastes like can-dy

Got more jazz than Jerry Sloan,
Pizzazz and swagg alone,
I have a bigger head that that of Barry Bonds;
Y'all eat scraps, I eat (SALMON!)
With fresh fruit, covered in (DANNON!)
If Da Boy had a boy with Brad Pitt in Troy,
Then out from the loins, I'd be born;
If Jason Bourne was to record and join forces with Zack Morris,
They'd form my performance

Beats and rhymes fornicate, form greatness,
Like, \"Let's face it...He's so amazing!\"
Yeah, with Lasiks, he still can't ace my eye exam,
Naw, man, let's try again;
I've got lungs like Iron Man,
I hit the bong, while you must extend your dia-phragm
But, let's get higher, man;
I gotta a brand new strand that I got out in Ire-land
from a wild, frantic Irish-man,
Who said his name was (SHANNON!)

Higgins, Killians, and a pint of Guiness,
and I ain't gon stop 'till I'm finished;
'Till I learn Yiddish, or find a little kid who likes spinach
Can't nobody beat me in Quidditch
Not any widditch, spidditch, wits, I'm sick wit' it,
Riddi-dick, my spit game is vicious

This is
Never did shit for my im-age;
College kid is where I found my niche, SNITCH!
Tell the whole world I'm the shit, Un-
Tell the whole world on my dick, then
Hell yeah, word, I'll be rich, and
I'll buy the whole world Sega Genesis
Spittin' lint to come,
Hell yeah, I got a (CANNON!)
See me on the streets, take a pick with yo' cannon
Then get it lami-nated, frame it, save it,
cuz in a couple days, I'll be famous

Then you can say, Holy Shit, there he is! That's the kid!
I forget what his name is...starts with an 'A', ends with a 'Sher'.
Bringing hip-hop into the burbs

(Thanks to Lucas for these lyrics)