| Like we always do about this time, ink lines for the sick rhyme inclined
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| It’s grimy shit but naught that can’t be fixed with a little bit of spitshine
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| Big time like Frankie in Vegas, inspiring like Ali and Frazier
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| Spit it out till we spilling out on to the street start a party up with our
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| neighbours
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| I’d rather be part of your playlist, than ever be part of the A-list
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| Harness the energy, heart of a pedigree with the scars of a sadist
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| I go so hard on the pavement; |
| I go so far with my statements
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| That I don’t know where they end and where I start it’s all part of game it’s
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| The farthest I’ve came since I started to play it, I spar with these artists,
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| the heartless and brainless
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| We’re harnessed by chains that are hard to escape and you change then they
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| label us bastards or traitors
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| They’re charlatans, they’re haters, they start on us but they’re fake as
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| Our parliament, but don’t be disheartened by them pardon their failures
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| If we don’t forgive our enemies, we’ll crawl the walls like centipedes
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| Burn our energy like fossil fuels and fuel our own damn effigy
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| And we’ll all burn like Hennessey, so keep on then and step with me
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| John Lennon let it be, dead the beef like abattoirs, before these scavengers
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| tear at me
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| I’ve been waiting to come back
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| Like where the hell is the show?
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| Like a balloon on a thumbtack
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| Getting ready to blow
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| I’ve been waiting to come back
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| Like where the hell is the show?
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| Like a balloon on a thumbtack
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| Getting ready to blow
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| And it might blow up but it won’t go pop
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| And it might blow up but it won’t burst
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| She said she might grow old but she won’t grow up
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| Well she might, but only if I go first
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| She wears her heart on her sleeve like; |
| she’s wearing a patch on her shoulder
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| It’s not a matter of whether I can catch her, more a matter of whether I can
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| hold her
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| She thinks out loud she’s got me; |
| she laughs with her whole body
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| I think about how she got it all figured out and wonder why she’d even want me?
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| Each night I find it’s the same ole, when I crawl inside in the evening
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| I lie down next to an angel; |
| fall asleep and fly with my demons
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| They say don’t live in the past and live each day like it was your last but
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| I’d rather live each moment like it was my first, take it slow and sip from the
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| glass
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| Savour the moment, spit vicious bars then pray for opponents
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| Sounds so serious don’t it? |
| But I’m not concerned with a thing
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| This is book three, Tolkien, Return of the King
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| The kings have arrived; |
| we drink from the sky
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| We fall from all ‘cause we think we can fly
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| But our wings have been tied, and the whinging and lies
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| Have me I’m wishing that I could bridge the divide
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| You living the life? |
| In the blink of an eye
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| The shine of the bling and the rims that you ride
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| Can all disappear so live for the rhyme
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| Not material things your gift can provide
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| I’ve been waiting to come back
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| Like where the hell is the show?
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| Like a balloon on a thumbtack
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| Getting ready to blow
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| I’ve been waiting to come back
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| Like where the hell is the show?
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| Like a balloon on a thumbtack
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| I’m getting ready now, I’m getting ready
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| Since State of the Art we’ve stayed in the yard just waiting to start this shit
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| all over
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| Laying in bars for a day-and-a-half, had to switch from gin to soda
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| Then by like mid-October, record was six months over-
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| Due and I‘m like, «Dude, what you expect? |
| I’m only three months sober»
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| Coming up turning tree trunks over, running up burning divas, posers
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| Run amok till the sun is up or till one of us # live la vida loca
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| I’m gonna roll until I fold, like I got a hold of Propafol
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| So beautiful to know you all but for now, peace, I’m over
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| And out
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| I don’t wanna go, go, but I gotta go, go, go
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| We won’t go, no, we won’t go
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| I don’t wanna go, go, but I gotta go, go, go
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| No, we won’t go, no, we won’t go, no
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| I don’t wanna go, go, but I gotta go, go, go
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| We won’t go, no, we won’t go
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| I don’t wanna go, go, but I gotta go, go, go
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| No, we won’t go, no, we won’t go, no
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| As we proceed (as we proceed)
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| To give you what you need (to give you what you need)
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| As we proceed (as we proceed)
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| To give you what you need (give you what you need) |