| Walk around the town with a pissed off brain.
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| Naw, not really, I ain’t mean I’m nice.
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| I feed my machine kale beans and rice.
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| Used to find release in Jesus Christ,
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| Then I broke free, don’t believe the hype.
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| The type to take a poop on the devil,
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| Please, do forgive me for stooping to your level!
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| If you dig, then scoop here’s a shovel,
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| Either hit china or a dirty mud puddle.
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| Yeah, and there’s only one light,
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| Stuck at the end of the tunnel, I really don’t like.
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| Trying to put the pieces of the puzzle back together
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| Just to watch them all fall back all apart on my whole life!
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| Help, help, there’s a knife in my back
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| Looking forward to the time I died to myself in the past.
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| To hell with the trash!
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| You only get to Heaven if you recycle the message!
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| So I, so I? |
| I fell then I laughed,
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| Trapped in a well full of gas and antidepressants
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| My family genetics was left with a shred of evidence
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| That deadened the senses and affected the perception
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| It’s only a matter of time before we clearly remember it
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| Slowly climbing a ladder to the sky of where forever lives.
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| Carborator stained cuz the driver let it idle
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| Passenger up in the back thinking about survival,
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| Someone take the reins before they take us to a Ohio
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| And pretend we’re in Atlantis, and brand us with a smile.
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| The cameras are flashin now, I wanna pack my shit up
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| Move back to Kansas, now tap three times.
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| And hey, they say hip hop’s changed
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| Why? |
| cause you’re listening the Kristoff Krane!
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| Someone once asked me if I sniffed cocaine
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| I took a deep breath and said ick, no way!
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| It’s no worse than getting gold chains
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| Drivin to the club, trying to get more dames,
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| I rather get knocked out, backwards,
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| World flipped upside down yelling it’s OK
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| To the actors and actresses who do just that, act,
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| You lack the passion it’s about time to set it straight,
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| Cause you’ve been holding it wrong the whole time
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| Now it’s all bent waiting for the right time to die
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| And I, I don’t need to name no names
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| You know who you are and I hope you feel ashamed
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| I can tell that you don’t feel happy when you smile
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| Cause the music that you makes like stealing candy from a child
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| See, I rather hear somebody talk about guns
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| If that’s the life that they came from and
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| Something that they’ve actually done
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| While you sit and criticize, and talk about love in a
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| Manipulative manner like «Lifes about having fun.»
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| I refuse to take pride in where I’m from
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| Cuz even if you’re talking about Earth,
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| You’re still forgetting about what’s above, beyond,
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| Like a pawn whose been shoved right infront
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| Of a king in the ring with no gloves on
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| You got no guts, so how’s your brain 'gon stomach it?
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| You’re so afraid to innovate, you recreate what others did
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| Now I know why you won’t give me props
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| Cause you think that I’m a threat to your pretty, pretty plot.
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| But it’s all good were in the same pot,
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| And as the heat rises we’ll see who makes it to the top.
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| Hello nobody name’s Kristoff Krane
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| Walk around town with a pissed off brain
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| Not really I aint I mean I’m nice.
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| Feed your machine kale beans and rice!
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| If you try once and fail then try it twice
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| Eat a piece of ginger, ninja tonight
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| Walk across city scape, run into the woods,
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| Everything you though you did, but you never could.
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| Ay, hip hop’s changed!
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| Play the guitar, Kristoff Krane!
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| Even if you can only play C, to F, to G, okay.
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| Hey, say this will work for now
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| Go pick flowers, by a dead cow |