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I've got the gloves dropped swinging at you had the brass knuckles.

The guy that stereotyped that was kinda like a fly.

Then when you quit, you be talkin' shit with a speech impediment.

You wanna sweat it, etc & come & get it man.

I wanna grow up to be a funky Euripides, the fly on the street, the beat, bat the breeze, what, the ease, what release, to be or to be not and see not and hear not ... come on. It's not that a big of a deal, just another mouth to feed and another bread to steal I feel I'm loosing my grip about to slip about to fall of the wagon and have another sip. Periodic fake divines, these times as we see ‘em are packed with cons that can't wait to see him. the cave the cathedral, the peasant the pope, the hope of the people is a prayer for dope.

All night long we have to keep it up all night long. And right to the next damn day, we have to do the shit they say.

And we choke in the vomit of our belief and we greave as we go on in disbelief. In this world in this life that we are living where it is nobler to take than to be giving. Stop. Get behind excess stress and no caress this form of society is making a mess. Moreover, it's over and it's a damn crime. How many we are killing in the meantime.

So I'm pushed to my feet so I can beat the air that was giving me heat way back over there. It's only fair to give guy a slack the big aphrodisiac, the new jack the ever confusing cool cat. Now see me fly on the Nashville skyline walking the fine line, reciting a new line, holding my balls while taking the
calls, sorry we're closed. I'm on the bottom of the Niagara Falls. But I still believe and with so little to give I don't wanna deceive only Malone to live. We take it back that the hope is the dope. The dope's the hope in the shape of a rope.

Yo You Drop your guard, rock you hard,
Who's in charge of this force'
I bet you didn't think you'd be cut up and scarred.
A man on the guard when it comes to retribution.
No matter how you whine there's no say for execution.
Your a friend of mine' (Huh!)
I'll split you down the spine (Yeah!)
Wind you up on a stick and step you like a ****ing trine. (Huh!)

mhm
mhm
mhm
og ég mun vaka yfir þér
Lifa út í horn
Hvort tel ég niður til mín telji slippur og snauður stend ég þar
Hvenær sem er, hvert sem fer, hvernig sem er
Hvort sem stendur eða fellur mun ég gera það sem þarf

(Well, well, well)

Well I’m constantly divin’ down, driving out, jivin’ about, Is cause suckers two-faced self assured sickos. I don’t get it seconds are wasted. As for the name of the game that I tasted, This is the last one, this is the end. A messenger dead and no message to send. Great wall white whale I strike the sun now it’s done, done, done, the word is now undone. Transparent parent, mister master, driving a boy from his youth to disaster. Bad, bad, bad brain day and I’m blessed with the word. It comes to my head in the shape of a bird. (Yeah, yeah) Do it again where I am in the air.
Getting so drunk in my head that I care. Id est I, et Ego est he, in a low key, (woo)so what do you wanna be.

I want it all again. x4

(Yes check it out, check, check it out)

Get back the fact is that their giving me slack cause I’m the
prophet of naught and the gospel aphrodisiac. Give me
sorrow, I break it into love. You gotta follow, I’m holding our
people above. No time to wait there’s the gate proceed.
I’ve got what you want and I’ve got what you need. I’m your
musical instrument the public embarrassment, the hand
around your neck and your money unspent.