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You know what’s going on

It’s the same old shit

It’s the fangs that grip; me on the side of my hip; when I don’t know how to

live

It’s the brains that hit; and it’s the stains of this and it’s the rain that

hits and it’s the explaining the entertainer shit

And it’s about trying to maintain a grip and it’s about trying to be out of my

mouth don’t; live

If you can’t live right, if you can’t live right

If you can’t, get upward to the highest and drop right

If you can’t fall like; you were supposed to; I’m gonna have to say that I

don’t really even know you

I do not oppose the things that you were trying; you were lying; you were dying;

who was flying; suicide is not an option —

Please don’t leave me now, please don’t leave me down and please don’t leave me

with this crown and please don’t leave me with this frown —

And please don’t feed me; please don’t feed me, that would not be all that easy;

that would not be all that easy…

Yeah… We’ll. (Too much TV)

Not be that easy ‘cos I know the world needs me

Knocking over bottles of water; I tell you; save yourself from the horror

Hope that you live tomorrow…

Here’s my sorrow for all the fallen soldiers

… Slapping emcees, tell ‘em all to look the other way that we’ll be flipping

when I’ve gone with Eyedea and friends; we’re in the motherfucking house

We need to kick it like; that, I — flip — that — shit — I — bust — so — many —

styles

Move — it — back — here — pull forth from the back when I attack the whack I —

Slap the whack back with a motherfucking Gat when I blast…

Never will they last doing the task before they ride their bike home;

respect the laugh —

Respect the wrath

Dead or be kicking motherfuckers are ending up in a bloodbath

(Wow)

It feels good to be right on the towel; face down, put the bass down now

Where’s the answer?

Can I walk in?

Get a chance to, get your mind?

And expand to; «Shit, I’m ugly»

Feeling handsome

What can I say God from my grandma?

That’s why I talk country country grammar

This shit, I spit, to the slammer

With the Santana; off the head grammar; ay

Bounce up, up, up, up up, up; and don’t come down

Fuck gravity; gravity don’t come around

Represent this shit; amazing the sound

Zits insist, never been distressed when I start; leave no witnesses —

From the heart; air from the brain; how can I maintain what I could play?

(Felt bare.)

With this sick kid I flip this witness, emcees aren’t able to get with this

it’s —

Motherfucking that we making don’t look like this is when I grab the mic and

spit shit

Exercise the farthest for the fitness; rep' with this I freestyle and fucking

rip shit

All I wrote was smoking represent just like earsome token

— But they know I’m about to head off the head —

Head off emcees — they get cut off like I’m on the top of all you lost

But motherfuckers are stepping to the mic'; it’s open but you all just lost

Monstrous with the freestyle can’t nobody fuck with all of us

Represent like «Yo, we on the bus»

This is the way we go on and…

(Come with a fight, come to the top…)

Eat me — I mean; beat me — I mean take me down and releive me — I mean;

repeat these styles when I breath I thought that someone’s gonna leave me —

Someone’s gonna leave me…

Of course someone had to feed me all the time

The course wouldn’t matter at all

(Baby…)

(Back on the scene)

The time, the time

The ceiling, it’s falling, it’s falling

It’s calling, it’s smiling, it’s feeling it’s own psyche; residing, residing

Do you want it? Ay yo; I’m on it

Lots of demons in this vomit

Bit confused, ay yo; in the maze

Representing in the maze

Snakes that whither on the path of this place

Represent, like it’s your last day

Wonder who gets in now

Who we winning?

This shit I spit; so persistent

Got to choose a higher path; inspire wrath —

Emcees; they whack I’ve got to laugh when I be —

Hearing their flow — don’t wanna be hearing their flow; was a miracle yo

Taking one and I; rip them up —

You ain’t nothing motherfucker; no it ain’t us you’re one over; yeah —

Shit — jumping outta my skin — I fooled them

I’m on a fucking stage with six real men

(Yeah; we don’t give a fuck)

(We don’t give a fuck)

Six real men

(We don’t give a…)

(One a day)

(I give her good luck)

(I'm never gon' find it… I’m too blinded)

I give her good, give her good, give her good luck

Give her good

Give her good

Make it ever so

Don’t rock on the wood

Don’t ever forget to be good

Do everything that you should

Don’t ever…

(Ban everything; don’t ever think.)

Don’t ever lay, in a bed of thorn roses

(No-one told)

Trying to find the lame

(Ooooh, ooh)

In a bed of thorn roses

(No-one told)

Don’t ever think

Don’t ever think that everything…

Can make the sky split when my eyelids are closed and the phone rings

Don’t ever think about blinking

Don’t ever even think about thinking if you’re not thinking for the right

reasons

Stay calm, and let your teeth hit eachover

When the other palm did no harm

But you still felt, like you should take the other cheek

Bite the other cheek, think of your mother this week

Think of how you’ve, uncovered, the sleeping

Think of how you’ve discovered how the relationship needs deepening

Think of how you’ve been under, the whole fucking ceiling

Trying to raise up; trying to teach what you’re teaching

But you weren’t leeching; onto the right progress

So your word’s speaking for yourself or no-one else none the less

It’s OK, speak for you, I eat your words to digest them

And when they come out, they look exactly like you

So that’s the only place they have to be, spinning down the porcelain goddess

with the contorted’s, honest proportion of, how to obviously be lost

Don’t tell me what you have to tell me because I already thought how to think

for myself —

And once I found that place I took that place and made it my own personal

smiley face on every day

And that’s the only place, that I wanted to stay — the grass grows — eventually

it dies and my bodies' decomposed as hay

I know the roses sway your way — that’s why I wanna walk in your doorway and

see more of what you have to say — but it’s OK

The noose can swing back and forth — left and right

It doesn’t matter as long as the recipe feels like life and destiny’s right —

If not — stop testing me like; I don’t have my goals and I don’t understand the

inside of my, pen — mic' ride slow down these tracks

Down the streets, down the tracks; tackle; put tacks on the places you wanna

stick me

And once you find the map; write all over my face

Tell yourself pride’ll be black tomorrow —

Sorry for the waste of your time

Sorry for the waste of your time

But I’m making it mine even if it is not fine

My time is yours

You know know what I’m talking about you on the floor

The world wasn’t built for these tragedies

It’s a pleasure, I feel like everyone had a good time; we did too