| Contrary to popular belief…
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| This is not a lovesong
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| It’s a sonnet
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| Damn, it feels good to have people up on it but
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| I’m just a fool playing with the Master’s tools
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| Learning how to break the rules of this record company pool
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| Hallucination — I see with my eyes
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| But my heart’s telling me lies
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| Why do I fantisize?
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| Why am I telling lies to the people from the stage
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| Pretending it’s all good when inside it’s fire and rage
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| Cuz I can’t understand how a man lives off the life of another man
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| Tryin to pimp the universe — that’s a joke
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| I stay rockin the boat down on my last note
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| It’s murder she wrote
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| Assassination vocabulary
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| I see your termination is heavily necessary
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| I should have known — they do it for Forbes alone
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| I do it to break the walls if I fall off then let me know people
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| CHORUS
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| It’s funny how life can go
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| First you ride high then you might lay low
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| Don’t get high off your own supply
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| Someone said first before a fall comes pride
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| This is my message to the world
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| Just tryin to reach every boy and girl
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| Not tryin to say if it’s right or wrong
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| This is not a love song
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| Lyrical optometrists with 20/20 vision
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| Are serving rounds like my granny used to serve provisions
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| Chaotical amneotical fluid
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| The rap druid is fluent with the art of onomatopoeia
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| Metaphysical microscopic topic dropper
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| When I was a kid I wanted rollerskates and a bike chopper
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| But alas, pop, pop never thought to keep me in style
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| Thats why I’m schizophrenic now
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| So God bless the child that has his own
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| The harvest we reap is what we sow
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| Chrome microphone — shoot it
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| There was a dome of computer digital clones
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| that mimic philosopher stones
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| Sayin a style’s their own when they bite like Mike Furounsville
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| The sounds ill
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| Relationship is a mirror
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| That you see yourself up in and the picture is clearer
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| That’s why I’m on the scene with a mic like Ernesto Guevara
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| While they exploited nights like Geraldo Riviera
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| They just…
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| CHORUS
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| It’s easy not to care what people say
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| It’s harder to pretend and try
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| Cuz they can only love you from yesterday
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| I’m looking at the now they pose high
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| I’m just a man who’s walking
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| They stand around and keep talking
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| They tried to clip my wings
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| But wisdom fills so many things
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| Say it again
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| I’m just a man who’s walking
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| They stand around and keep talking
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| They tried to clip my wings
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| But wisdom fills so many things
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| It’s funny how life can go
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| Don’t get high off your own supply
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| This is my message to the world… |