Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Crayon Sharpener, artist - Themselves. Date of issue: 21.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Crayon Sharpener |
| Right off the bat… irregular's my first disclaimer… |
| Second’s…what once was rap’s always changing… this frame of |
| Reckons the next basis for improvement… and that’s about it… |
| Unless stasis snatches movement to latch a crowded |
| Skinner’s box, chop… chop…there's ideas to have… |
| Bigger shock… a lot stops… |
| Must you be in a lab to feel part of advancement? |
| You real art love ain’t a chance in |
| Any faith’s hell, they’re not tempered the same… |
| If you can’t tell the preaching is not why I came… |
| Just throwing facts and figures out there… catch… |
| On give back… be bigger share… match |
| My mutually exclusive with your collectively exhaustive… |
| Truthfully stupid is more a perspective. |
| we’ll |
| Lost it in unison… unison…you've become |
| A work in process… a process… an odd test is process… ahh yes… |
| Show me a prehensile tail is not your style homie… |
| The mental well… has no dial |
| Pressure gauge, favorite spot physiologically… |
| Say has anybody got exact change for camaraderie… |
| You… could it be you… could it be you… you…could it be… no |
| Then humble it is… every able axis grab an oar… go fumble with |
| Ideas since prenatal practice… I'll step ashore… |
| Just leave the maps, money, and chewing gum behind, peace |
| You’ll be back harmony is just that um… kind |
| Of gross enduring a lonely open flame |
| Enjoys less in the absence of fine company |
| There’s always room for one more where the ceiling’s drip well |
| Put and walls crawl with forethought… have a seat… |
| On what looks to be… is it a floor… wrong |
| It’s not just a beckoning light in a young blood’s present |
| Darkest future, but a culture… |
| For a darkest future we’ve bled culture… |
| Acid vigor, human error and little white lies… |
| That’s what MCs are made of… |
| Bluntly, our pain and slab nativity scene’s infested… |
| Ugly’s got it by the horns, so lovely |
| Gets molested molding hardship from tragedy |
| Splendid way of thanks giving we’ve |
| Perfected dastardly to watch our backs disgusting practically |
| Spared no expense at all in rapidly |
| Rusting out our roots and groove potential forelorned… |
| Nothing surprises me anyhow… rude of me… shucks |
| You people seem nice, just look at those smiles… |
| And that’s not the half of what it does for those |
| Who thrive to its influence, nodding heads |
| As hard as hearts can stand |
| Pure prudence, lovers of lyric and construction |
| Know this wonderland makes running a mill more bearable… |
| I.e. |
| hype releases make weeks |
| Poor one’s make laughs hysterical |
| «music's my life, man» is some lame ass understatement of a force |
| No clever contraption of words could ever contract |
| Or conserve into some digestible scrap |
| Indispensable is rap’s ties to you and eye’s |
| Wrack minds of the observant |
| Wash back and the lace air of cipher with |
| That comparable most wonderful thing on earth… |
| Breeze of keen and opportunity… |
| Astonished full of all but… daily tomfoolery’s |
| Been proven clinically… |
| A best time to… hmmm…let's see… train the pallet… jel |
| Please faze your gallant composure through |
| My altered statement of why any censor’s power’s feeble… |
| We’ll handle ours if you do your evil… |
| Angles a long shot impossible and pisses off simple moms of drones |
| Protecting their happy homes |
| From back rows at church… truth hurts… |
| Come on now… slide me a seat in the senate and see how tolerance works… |
| I meant it’s awful easy to condemn and never been attempted… |
| Take unity for demonstration purposes… |
| So in the end, my extra-righteous tirade services |
| Only the colossal unjust of our juxtaposition… |
| And glorifies how deep blank runs… sickened… |
| That’s a apropos… since we are what we overcome… |
| On a rock where fruits of labor are sold… |
| Although I do believe it’s pronounced soul… |