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Fell asleep late, neon buzz |
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P.T.S. stress, we do drugs |
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city air strange, sticky lungs |
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Mayor Doomburg gives no funds |
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and i'm cryin (cryin') |
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call out with a fiendish ring |
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broken into smithereens |
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every thing's exactly how it seems and it would seem that i am |
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cryin |
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in a world of super duper whores the kids just want a little more, |
| [01:18.42] |
I'll Sleep When You're Dead, El-P, Hangar 18, Smithereens (Stop Cryin'), I'll Sleep When You're Dead, El-P, Hangar 18, Smithereens (Stop Cryin'), little tycos do the bloody mind *** with a veteran's de |
| [01:25.32] |
so when i step in the stop frame i became pure BK |
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cause i grew up around the Krazy Kings and inhaled second hand spray |
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where the walls talk your defiances and alliances were made |
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with a fugitive dash after class to harass the gods of fame |
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and the goons that I collude with on this rude *************t same way |
| [01:52.83] |
and will break a crab down in public just to manipulate they pain |
| [02:01.08] |
why should I be sober when God is so clearly dusted out his mind |
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with cherubs puffin above him tryna remember why he even tried |
| [02:07.50] |
down here its 30% every year to fund the worlds end |
| [02:10.14] |
but I'm broke on Atlantic Ave. tryna cop the bootleg instead |
| [02:13.05] |
pure savage established hard rock talk circa 93 proof |
| [02:16.17] |
walk the high road to infinity with simile truant moves |
| [02:18.96] |
when the wandering ration line derail I steal food |
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maybe tread where the sidewalk hawks look alive and hide tools |
| [02:24.39] |
on a bed that someone else made, tryna wait for the next boot |
| [02:27.63] |
and it drops when you took prime-time hellemundo off mute |
| [02:30.51] |
old folks say "time to build", but demolition pays more loot |
| [02:33.57] |
rip patch from your hazmat suit, slip past with an odd bop (woop) |
| [02:36.54] |
El-Producto sorta strange they say he stares at you long range |
| [02:39.36] |
perhaps he's lookin at us all with his thousand yard gaze |
| [02:47.91] |
and he sees how mc's became contorted with their own lies |
| [02:50.61] |
and went from battle rap to gun talk like we ain't notice the change (yeah right) |
| [02:59.76] |
it's the city i broke down in, the velour couture town*************p |
| [03:02.37] |
where they lost the rock box batteries and forgot how *************t was founded and i'm |
| [03:10.92] |
cryin |
| [03:11.07] |
and critics all see me twisted, they don't get my whole existence |
| [03:13.95] |
an actual b boy brainiac who'll smack you out your mittens |
| [03:21.93] |
now i feel that mother****ers owe me dap for contributing actual rap |
| [03:25.20] |
thats not a construct for the radio on that plasticine path |
| [03:28.32] |
i'll be your homie, bust through the Dolby lonely, all cast aside and homely |
| [03:31.05] |
wildly pour chrome heat of vigilante words, insert hurt in a dome-piece |
| [03:34.35] |
and the last of all i have is yours now surrendered nice and calmly |
| [03:37.20] |
as a tot played on a block of bricks and double dutched with the zombies |
| [03:39.75] |
i'll rip your squad with nothing but a ****** ring on and a pair of puerto-rock dunks |
| [03:42.78] |
i built the bag that cats will drown in when the water's colored rust |
| [03:45.81] |
and the last thought that i had in the back of the little bus |
| [03:48.39] |
was of a Oklahoma City flair through kiddy flesh fade to dust |
| [03:51.48] |
move with me little soldier bitty, we'll cloak and dagger the city |
| [03:54.33] |
we'll hope to stagger magnificence till the pattern of blasphemy's quitting |
| [03:57.36] |
and i keep my meaning tucked deep so y'all creepers give me some privacy |
| [04:00.27] |
dont ask for something literal from a child of secret society |
| [04:03.27] |
there's a position to be filled you stupid mother****ers, keep your eye on m |
| [04:06.12] |
but save your precious advice cause all my life everyones lied to me and im cryin |
| [04:09.39] |
fell asleep late, neon buzz |
| [04:10.50] |
p.t.s. stress, we do drugs |
| [04:11.97] |
city air strange, sticky lungs |
| [04:13.35] |
mayor doomburg gives no funds |
| [04:20.37] |
and im cryin |
| [04:20.67] |
call out with a fiendish ring |
| [04:22.11] |
broken into smithereens |
| [04:23.55] |
every thing's exactly how it seems and it would seem that i am |
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cryin |
