Lyrics MC Chris – Rinkin Around
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I’m a basilisk from the distant planet Ojom
The communes were too cold I badly wanted to go beyond
Outer space was calling and I couldn’t resist
The Arctic’s hard and harsh it’s a bitch I hardly miss
I search for commerce in the farthest darkest reaches of hell
Get me off of this planet before it’s enslaved by the Hutts
Give me a fraction of the action I’ve been waiting for months
I’m a cook it’s a look that’s easy to execute
Apron and a shirt pants don’t hurt forget the shoes
My dream’s to have a diner on that planet that’s a city
My dreams to find a girl that’s not ashamed to be with me
Before I was an informant ran a bar in Ord Sigatt
A cover for running guns I’m a lover of selling shots
A prospector for a second on a mine on Subterrel
Now I’m mining for what’s mine only time will tell
Might seem a little freaky my hands are kinda greasy
My apron’s a Pollock painting of stains
Might be sextupled limbed my scruples are super slim
Let’s couple skate before it’s too late in the game
Let’s rink around with the four armed greasy guy
I know I may not seem appealing but the feeling is right
You know I’m down with the sound your sexy disco style
You put a dart in my heart I got Kit Fisto’s smile
In the outland transit system I ran a dirty business
Met the needs of mercenaries who were scary and persistent
Bounty hunters took a number under stress I didn’t want
Sold the rest to Jango Fett and then I left for Coruscant
Started selling donuts in the collective commerce district
You can score a death stick or whatever is the next fix
So many options you should stop in cop my offerins often
In time it was a diner, business grew with my whiskers
I eavesdrop and gossip nonstop ’cause I’m the awesomest listener
We serve Jawa juice to new recruits sliders to old timers
Impolite pod racers never tip their kind sure could be kinder
Got a unicycled serving droid she doesn’t like organics
I’ll be spying while I’m frying Hermione sighing at her antics
In a panic there was a purge I never liked the use of clones
The fact Kamino was kept secret was a weakness we condoned
Now I’m back at the bottom, in the depths of city planet
Help the displaced become erased because it’s hard to face the damage
My diner was destroyed but it would later be rebuilt
My heart is like a coffee cup that always needs to be refilled
Might seem a little freaky my hands are kinda greasy
My apron’s a Pollock painting of stains
Might be sextupled limbed my scruples are super slim
Let’s couple skate before it’s too late in the game
Let’s rink around with the four armed greasy guy
I know I may not seem appealing but the feeling is right
You know I’m down with the sound your sexy disco style
You put a dart in my heart I got Kit Fisto’s smile
