| I got my lab coat on, lookin for an elixir
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| Gathering ingredients, put 'em in the mixture
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| The fixture in makin all the music we do
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| Is lookin at the same thing from three points of view
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| Like the Leaning Tower of Piza or the pyramid in Giza
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| We stand grand and without comparison, seize the day
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| The same way that Humphrey Bogart did the «Maltese
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| Falcon,» except it’s our album that’s the art piece
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| I scatter matter with the lyrics that come
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| Off the tip of my tongue
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| And by matter I mean visions
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| Words I woo like a Montague would do a Capulet
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| And you can bet that my rap Erector Set is arisen
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| Headin down the road is everyone’s main task
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| Pick a direction at the intersection, step on the gas
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| + (Andy Cooper)
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| Can I elaborate Andy? |
| (Man, serve some English muffins)
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| Well, let me get the butter knife (Go head Dizzy Dustin)
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| + (Andy Cooper)
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| In the land of the blind the man with one eye is king
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| You gotta have the bait to get the bite
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| Keep your ear to the ground to hear the train leavin town
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| Before you get me wrong, get me right
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| Set sail through the gale, I gotta keep it moving
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| Till it smoothens and rides just like a fahrvergnugen
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| Others try to beat you by bending the law
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| Talkin smoother than a man with (Gauze in his jaws)
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| But I can leave your racetracks full of thumbtacks
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| So on the final lap you have to hit the pit to fix the flat
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| And who can you really trust
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| Are you going my way on the information superhighway
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| I’m Jonny Quest at his best, obsessed
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| With the idea of knowing everything and nothing less
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| Which means Dizzy Dustin’s gonna head due north
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| Down the road, but it eventually forks
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| It don’t stop now, it don’t stop
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| It can’t stop now, it can’t stop
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| It don’t stop now, it don’t stop
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| It can’t stop now, it can’t stop
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| I was weeping like a weeping willow
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| On my sleeping pillow one night
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| Looking for direction in the labyrinth called life
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| Cause I can’t fight without a strategy
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| And comradery means a lot to me
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| But people don’t wanna have to be
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| Stressed and depressed on my account
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| And self preservation is what living’s about
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| But when I’m down and out like a pass route
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| With no friend, I tend to feel assed out
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| Is it just me or am I the oddity?
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| Do I need a lobotamy to make it on this odyssey?
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| I mean, you try to be cool and let people come close
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| But they hurt me and desert me when I need them most
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| Out in the cold with no igloo, I play Yahoo
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| And get serious, which I hate to do
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| And it’s true, if I would’ve stayed off the path of trouble
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| I wouldn’t have to struggle, but now all I can do I pray
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| Now I have faith, but not in men in pulpits
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| Often the culprits who are shaping and manipulating
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| Parables and miralces into their mold
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| Take your own look down the road
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| We’re gifted, and we’re going far — - ] Milk
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| «Alright, are we ready for some hip hop, everybody?» |