| Snowman in full effect so play the odd side 'til April
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| The tapes will grow so we can by posters and staples
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| I bet that kid Slug will bust flows if you ask nice
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| It’s Friday night, point me to the party wanna grab mics
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| Used to get queezy when it was time to rock that b. |
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| But nowadays I’m just tryin to get Musab away from the TV
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| Cause I can’t fuck with the Zenith I’d rather criticize Tuesdays releases
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| With the elitists at the Fetus
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| Yet another factory film is what we present
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| Surrounding, ditch weed in a ballpoint no grievance
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| Let’s all point our fingers towards the path we venture
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| Minneapolis native taken the wrath of winter bad contender
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| Let me catch a lukewarm triple mocha to reach the speed
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| Of the graph writer that’s crashed on my sofa
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| And in the green room is MC’s and in the kitchen is dirty dishes
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| And my postion blurry vision
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| And I’m livin in a section where heads is frozen stiff
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| And these skinny powder sniffin kids is posin talkin shit
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| Since the first time I met you backstage in the main room
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| I knew that I did not want to occupy the same room
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| I drive for a living but I take the bus to work
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| Auditioned for the roll of Jesus, got the part of jerk
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| Armed with a Walkman and a fake grin in a basement mind state when I
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| Simply took a left at Nicollet
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| Sucking on a cigarette did some binge hits before I left
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| And now the nicotine is liftin it
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| Choke at the last drag and flick remains at the gutter
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| Flip up the hood just to keep the brains covered
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| I’m trying to grow a mountain out of a foothill
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| I see people rockin my t-shirt and I’m still shopping at Goodwill
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| In a struggle in a war zone grew some extra personality
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| Now I won’t have to flee or fight alone
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| The microphone that’s my weapon and I’m on a quest for heaven
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| Or rent me some comprehension
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| As busy as fuck just gimme a three hour lead
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| So I can reflect maybe rent a flick and relearn how to breath
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| And we turned out the sleeves and found a bunch of tricks
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| And used a cleaver to relieve all these unnecessary limbs
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| Misplaced the gems and jewels I meant to give you
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| To lift you and lost my mind inside the issue
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| And I’m livin in a section where heads is frozen stiff
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| And these skinny powder sniffin kids is posin talkin shit
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| Since the first time I met you backstage in the game room
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| I knew that I did not want to occupy the same room
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| I drive for a living but I take the bus to work
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| Auditioned for the roll of Jesus, got the part of jerk
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| Armed with a Walkman and a fake grin in a basement mind-state when I
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| Think
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| Now I’ve got spies positioned at various Cheapos around the city
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| Lots of people that’s down with me cause the evils out to get me
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| Its easy to decipher who can taste me
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| A lot of locals used to hate me but now I think the tolerate me
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| You could only hear what I feel when my eyes are shut
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| Mistakes are piling up excuses they lining up
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| I’m trying to fuck reality but I’m impotent can’t get it up
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| Cause shes a duck and her personality sucks just my luck
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| I caught the wrong bus I guess I’ll get off at the crossroads
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| And take a long lunch
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| Next month when I got my head right I’ma grab a lead pipe
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| And beat some life into this dead mic
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| So let the tape roll and extract all the juices
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| Read the hate mail in the bathroom and place wagers on the losers
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| In the beginning you can’t help but wanna be innovative
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| But eventually the opposition leaves you jaded
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| Like hell no I don’t wanna be a baller
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| I’m six foot three their ain’t no need for me to be any taller
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| I just wish those cats over there at Fobia would hit me off with some free gear
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| or somethin…
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| Cause I’m livin in a section where heads is frozen stiff
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| And these skinny powder sniffin kids is posin talkin shit
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| Since the first time I met you backstage in the game room
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| I knew that I did not want to occupy the same room
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| I drive for a living but I take the bus to work
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| Auditioned for the roll of Jesus, got the part of jerk
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| Armed with a Walkman and a fake grin in a basement mind-state when I
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| Think of how simple it could all be
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| Oh yeah, Joe said that uh… I could come in, and just pick some shit out.
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| That’s cool? |
| All right |