| I’ll try to make this perfectly clear
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| I’m so transparent I disappear
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| These words I lyrically defecate
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| Upon songs I boldly claim to create
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| Clint steps in to establish the beat
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| 4/4 hip hop and you don’t stop
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| This unique approach to start an EP
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| Intended to shock, create a mystique
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| A cheap strategy, a marketing scheme
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| Building awareness for the next LP
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| They’ve got a good fan base
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| They’ve got integrity
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| They’ve got a DC sound
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| Shudder to Think, Fugazi
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| And Chapel Hill Around The Early 90's
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| This is the latest from Saddle Creek
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| Some melodies are like disease
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| They can inflame your misery
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| They will infect your memory
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| They haunt me
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| Some memories are like disease
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| They can inflame your misery
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| They will infect your melody
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| They haunt me
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| I write these words with my motherly intuition
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| I shape these sounds into harmonic apparitions
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| But I can see through these haunting things
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| My moldy dreams are debased by the same hands that shaped them
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| I’ll try to make this perfectly clear
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| I’m so reflexive i am a mirror
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| These words I’m driving into the ground
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| The same words I scream out over the crowd
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| I’m just an airwave rolling around
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| I storm and crash without a sound
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| There’s all these islands out at sea
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| I can’t reach
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| I’m just an airplane diving down
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| I storm and crash without a sound
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| Engines exploding silently out at sea
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| Where waves caress unstable egos
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| Where melody is completely swallowed
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| Where songwriters chain their songs
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| To their ankles and
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| Sink to the beat
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| Til it stops and
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| Bursts under pressure
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| Let it
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| Burst and bloom
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| Hit song
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| Let it burst and bloom |