| I notice that you mentioned your opinion | |
| Oh, now they got a couple of things to say too | |
| What should I do? | |
| Listen or leak crimson? | |
| All over the floor from my wrists | |
| There, now you've got Lif | |
| Some natural, authentic, completely genetic | |
| Inherited fate trait | |
| He was eclectic but he didn't make great | |
| Status is a trendy little song on a dub plate | |
| Give it some spins and it begins to wither | |
| My nigga | |
| What's up, my nigga? | |
| Let's show and prove | |
| Make moves this winter | |
| Rent a whip and start riding | |
| Look into my eyes and see those two worlds colliding | |
| I wanna be home making records | |
| Now I'm in the studio and all I wanna do is be home | |
| (What's stopping you?) Who's that?! | |
| Move back! | |
| Drive me to the hospital, I'm at the point of collapse | |
| Sorry, baby girl, your man is out on tour | |
| The floor may drop out if I don't walk out | |
| Handle my B.I. | |
| See, I think I might have just missed my own life 'cause I'm working tonight | |
| And the pressure {*4X*} | |
| Sales, interviews, touring, performing at my peak | |
| Man, I need sleep {*2X*} | |
| Now what truly defines one's life? | |
| Is it the legacy they left behind? | |
| Well, this music seems to be mine | |
| It's been nine interesting years in the game | |
| Not too much has changed | |
| I've still got a saw to hack up your frame | |
| Performed at all your favorite festivals | |
| Some cats do one show and blow | |
| My destiny to live on the low | |
| It's got me locked in the basement | |
| In the winter in December | |
| Open window, cold toe | |
| Face down on the futon rocking yesterday's attire | |
| Woke up early feeling uninspired | |
| Staring at my album outline | |
| At this point I've drafted up about nine | |
| New Lif, yeah, it's about time | |
| Maybe you've seen me on stage with Ace, Came to Perceptionists | |
| Or read an article on how my verbal weapon is | |
| Well, regardless how you got here, feel fear | |
| Kick the kick, stomp the snare, goodbye the hi | |
| Watch the rhythm die then resurrect | |
| As I recollect | |
| Ancient black intellect | |
| Erase and redirct | |
| Your collective minds to check a selective rhyme | |
| Detail | |
| Available at retail, griotmatics | |
| Ipod and Treo addicts gotta have it | |
| It's black magic that'll wrinkle time's fabric | |
| Have you heard of Lif? | |
| Well, maybe, sorta, perhaps | |
| Listen up and let me guide you to the point of collapse |
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