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Thrift Shop REMIX

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Published on Mar 18, 2013

You already know what it is
Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
Walk into the game like what up I got a big Dirk
Better then yours, Striders stride with a sly smirk
Set up simple swoonings, we out here and getting payed
I know you eyeing me down when you catch the glare of my shades

Change in pocket, lock it, going in for more
Sorting through Death Row records at your local thrift store
Throw in a couple jars, from afar just desserts
The only problem is I walk out with the same damn t-shirts

Shit
But I just got this God Tier, so don't touch cape, yo!

My rad threads upset the hip hop heads
Hating on my simple layers cause they spent a hundredth
But posting boasting skills and drinking apple juice
Clothing game on lock and my influence was let loose

I'mma take Egbert's style, I'mma up Egbert's style
For real tho, we don't hang unless that nerd bangarangs
Change those glasses to Kanye frames
Only cost me a few boons I got slaying lames

They had a broken sword, yo I bought a broken sword
And TR-808, to play with when I'm bored
Explored a bargained bin and found deep within
Nothing but a bunch of crap, card games and Cal within (fuck)

But Strider style is truly upper echelon
They'll talk about this knight hood and my swag when I'm dead and gone

[Verse 2]
What you know about rockin' this kind of eye wear?
What you know about this funky fresh God Tier flare?
I beg your pardon, it's a bargain, if you abscond
Rising to the cream crop, now that's a come up

Run up in the spot, spilling piss on your snapback
Me and Karkat now laughing at ya asshats
Suave Strider in converse sitting in first class
Cutting rappers with gold chains only worth trash

Isn't it enough that I rap ill but got steez
And every time it's cocaine on the mic when I breath
But record tees, gear logos and some shades please
Got me more notes on my blog then your selfies

And you spending how much on those soft grunge knees?
Rose got the hook up from the clearance sectionese
Clear the stage so everyone can see
This kinda decree puts you broadway trolls in the nose bleeds

Bending time and space, me and Jade on a mission
Picked up an NES, Mother plugged in the ignition
Walkie Talkies for a nickel, now me and John whippin'
Synchronized communication pranks with plenty ammunition

Fur coats by the dozen, what's not to love then?
Old mink around my neck complimenting my headphones

No doubt, I'm more then what you bargained for
20 in my pocket and I'll cop you at the thrift store
Plain and simple, I dress deadly and Dior
If you came to compare swag, leave your number at the door

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