| Hello?
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| Finally! |
| Somebody playing this…
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| Aye, aye listen
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| I don’t know if this your first time listening and ah
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| I don’t want to freak you out or anything but ah
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| I really need your help and I… I got explain myself okay?
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| You hear me?
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| Hello? |
| Hello?
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| Is anyone out there? |
| I’m just hoping you can hear me
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| I’m by myself all alone and nearly
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| On the verge of breaking down
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| Like every single track and this very instrumental that was meant to make a
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| sound
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| I’m not sure if what I’ma tell you, you heard before, but if so,
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| I’m probably saying it wrong
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| Cause if I wasn’t, then maybe you wouldn’t unintentionally play me every time
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| that you were playing a song
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| You might’ve thought the same thing if your mind kept playing tricks on you
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| But you and I know you still think this is a concept like I ain’t talking to you
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| Yeah, you who’s listening
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| When are you going to wake up so you’re not repeating this again?
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| You just sitting and standing there like you always do
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| And might not even play this all way through
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| I know when you don’t and when you do you’re not taking me serious
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| Maybe you’re talking over me or turn the volume down or cut me off mid-sentence,
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| I’m painstakingly furious
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| You could be asleep but you need you brain awake to be curious
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| Cause I’m really here on the other side of your speaker
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| And what’s standing between us is some wires and a tweeter
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| If you found something to crack it open, maybe I could climb through
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| And leave this track that I shouldn’t have wrote a rhyme to
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| Cause I can’t explain it but I think that’s how I got here
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| I heard this beat, put it on repeat, and copped a squat near
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| The speaker and zoned out blazing the ganja
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| Jotting about two lines, literally writing one behind another
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| So suddenly my eyes crossed and then blurred
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| I was at a loss for words when I got lost in the words
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| I got choked by the letter 'o' but dotted all the 'i's
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| So I had to cross the 't's when we became the same size
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| I kicked the first line in the verse back and it indents
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| So now I’m chased by this run-on sentence
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| I ran so fast I leaped from the page that’s when the paper split
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| Then I closed my notebook shut, tried to escape this shit
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| So, what you think about me sliding through the crack?
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| Hope you nodding in agreeance and not nodding to the track
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| Hello?
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| Excuse me?
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| Are you still there?
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| If so, I’m not for sure
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| If that you ever will care?
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| In fact I never know
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| And that just doesn’t feel fair
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| But I don’t want you to go
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| So, hello? |
| Are you still there?
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| Well, if the music still playing, I might as well try to finish up what I’m
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| saying
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| While laying on my ass from falling fast from the mayhem
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| Out my book, I looked, damn, I’m missing a shoe
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| It might have been trapped in the beat that I was listening to
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| Cause it was dark and I ain’t know what direction to walk towards
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| I took a couple steps and stumbled over some chords
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| Plugged 'em in to each other so when they were combined
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| It created this white noise, that’s how I saw the drumline
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| I seen it hid behind the bass in the mix
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| So I found some strings went over there and got the lace in the kicks
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| I tried 'em on and they fit perfect
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| Then I grabbed the hi-hat, put it on top of my head, let it sit
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| Swerved into the left you know how I do, it look cool to me
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| Then slip my finger through the loop like it was jewelry
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| I’m sure that you’ll agree about how the instruments was stacked too
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| I probably could have took this track and made a tracksuit
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| That would’ve made the look complete had
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| I pulled it off, but all that rearranging must’ve got the beat mad
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| Since certain sounds were out of place
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| So now I’m clashing with symbols while trying not to get beaten by the bass
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| Hold up, I hope you still following me and I don’t lose you
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| So I’ma try to keep this story short cause I refuse to
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| I picked my book up, ran without making any stops
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| I cut through the chops and hopped over the drops
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| I’m thinking, «What if I can write myself up out of here?» |
| So I decided to look
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| in the book
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| While flipping through the pages for empty paper, this punchline punched me and
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| I caught a right hook from a hook |
| It laid me out over the beat like some vocals
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| I woke up and I’ve been here ever since
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| You need more evidence?
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| Hello?
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| Hope you ain’t leave the room- hello?
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| Hello?
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| Excuse me?
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| Are you still there?
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| If so, I’m not for sure
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| If that you ever will care
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| In fact I never know
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| And that just doesn’t feel fair
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| But I don’t want you to go
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| So, hello?
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| Are you still there?
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| Aye, are you still there?
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| Aye the song about to go off man
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| Can you get me out of here?
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| Please man
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| C’mon man, I gotta wait till you play this again?
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| C’mon dog
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| Damn!
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| Now I gotta call this shit again, damn!
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| Hate this man, should’ve never smoked with Fess !
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| (Good morning, tuned into AM Hotline)
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| Amen
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| (It is Saturday the twenty-first)
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| Sh- please don’t let 'em call tan, man
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| (Approaching Hall can only test this morning)
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| Don’t meant for me to go to bed
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| (Then another one time to test today
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| The colors are emerald, fuchsia, gold, navy, peach, and tan)
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| Fuck, man!
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| (Again, that’s emerald, fuchsia, gold, navy, peach, and tan)
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| Sh- tired of this shit!
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| (Enjoy your day) |