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Ooooh oh yeah, here we go!!scoobie doobie do ya (woo!)
Stylin’ up, scoobie do ya (woo!)
Phoenix rising, never shook,
Stacks on stacks, I wrote the book.
I want fame on the stage, fortune in my pockets,
Stability in my mind, God in my soul when I rock it.
scoobie doobie do ya (woo!)
Scoobie snacks steady, my spirit unbreakable 
Stackin, stacks on stacks,
Unshakable truth, that’s solid facts.
Turn it up, dial in, drop the gin,
Soul tuned tight — let the fire begin. 
scoobie doobie do ya (woo!) Stylin’ up, scoobie do ya (woo!)
Phoenix rising, never shook,
Stacks on stacks, I wrote the book.
Out in the cold, alley of fire,
Pockets dry, trust expired.
Health cracked, rent got lost,
But the trumpet of truth cut through the frost I see sharper than glass, no disguise,
Intuition smoke-lens, perfect eyes.
Ashes float like feathers in the sky,
Phoenix fire lit, I’m reborn to fly.
scoobie doobie do ya (woo!)
Stylin’ up, scoobie do ya (woo!)
Phoenix rising, never shook,
Stacks on stacks, I wrote the book.
Separate the real from the projection,
See truth for what it is — no correction.
Phoenix rising, spirit perfection…
This is rebirth. Resurrection
Scoobie doobie do ya!

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