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His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy |
| [00:03.33] |
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti |
| [00:06.06] |
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs, |
| [00:10.22] |
But he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down, |
| [00:12.78] |
The whole crowd goes so loud |
| [00:14.54] |
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out |
| [00:17.23] |
He's choking how, everybody's joking now |
| [00:20.34] |
The clock's run out, time's up, over, blaow! |
| [00:23.03] |
Snap back to reality. Oh, there goes gravity |
| [00:25.71] |
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked |
| [00:27.59] |
He's so mad, but he won't give up that |
| [00:29.61] |
Easy, no |
| [00:30.58] |
He won't have it, he knows his whole back's to these ropes |
| [00:32.56] |
It don't matter, he's dope |
| [00:34.48] |
He knows that but he's broke |
| [00:35.93] |
He's so sad that he knows |
| [00:37.20] |
When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's |
| [00:39.61] |
Back to the lab again, yo |
| [00:41.44] |
This whole rhapsody |
| [00:43.05] |
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him |
| [00:45.47] |
it comes, it comes, it comes, it comes, it comes and goes |
| [00:47.37] |
Lisztomania |
| [00:53.92] |
Think less but see it grow like a riot, like a riot, oh |
| [00:55.66] |
I'm not easily offended |
| [00:59.30] |
Not hard to let it go |
| [01:00.52] |
From a mess to the masses |
| [01:03.49] |
Lisztomania |
| [01:06.16] |
Think less but see it grow |
| [01:07.82] |
The soul's escaping, through this hole that is gaping |
| [01:10.46] |
This world is mine for the taking |
| [01:12.77] |
Make me king, as we move toward a new world order |
| [01:15.79] |
A normal life is boring, but superstardom's close to postmortem |
| [01:19.33] |
It only grows harder, homie grows hotter |
| [01:22.51] |
He blows. It's all over. These hoes is all on him |
| [01:25.29] |
Coast to coast shows, he's known as the globetrotter |
| [01:28.32] |
Lonely roads, God only knows |
| [01:30.20] |
He's grown farther from home, he's no father |
| [01:32.22] |
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter |
| [01:33.22] |
But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water |
| [01:39.46] |
His hoes don't want him no more, he's cold product |
| [01:40.99] |
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows |
| [01:43.31] |
He nose dove and sold nada |
| [01:45.01] |
So the soap opera is told and unfolds |
| [01:48.90] |
I suppose it's old partner, but the beat goes on |
| [01:50.93] |
Da da dum da dum da da da da |
| [01:53.69] |
Lisztomania |
| [01:56.30] |
Think less but see it grow like a riot, like a riot, oh |
| [02:01.47] |
I'm not easily offended |
| [02:04.61] |
Not hard to let it go |
| [02:07.58] |
From a mess to the masses |
| [02:09.91] |
Lisztomania |
| [02:12.68] |
Think less but see it grow |
| [02:15.00] |
No more games, I'm a change what you call rage |
| [02:18.13] |
Tear this motherfucking roof off like two dogs caged |
| [02:19.74] |
I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed |
| [02:22.46] |
I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage |
| [02:25.06] |
But I kept rhyming and stepped right into the next cypher |
| [02:27.92] |
Best believe somebody's paying the Pied Piper |
| [02:30.65] |
All the pain inside amplified by the |
| [02:33.51] |
Fact that I can't get by with my 9 to 5 |
| [02:36.38] |
And I can't provide the right type of life for my family |
| [02:40.03] |
'Cause man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy diapers |
| [02:42.10] |
And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life |
| [02:44.83] |
And these times are so hard, and it's getting even harder |
| [02:50.14] |
Trying to feed and water my seed, plus |
| [02:52.71] |
Teeter totter caught up between being a father and a primadonna |
| [02:55.81] |
Baby, mama drama's screaming on her |
| [02:57.75] |
Too much for me to wanna |
| [02:59.01] |
Stay in one spot, another day of monotony's gotten me |
| [03:01.39] |
To the point, I'm like a snail |
| [03:03.84] |
I've got to formulate a plot or I end up in jail or shot |
| [03:06.67] |
Success is my only motherfucking option, failure's not |
| [03:10.14] |
Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go |
| [03:12.73] |
I cannot grow old in Salem's lot |
| [03:15.65] |
So here I go it's my shot. |
| [03:16.71] |
Feet, fail me not |
| [03:18.23] |
This may be the only opportunity that I got |
| [03:22.63] |
Lisztomania |
| [03:25.64] |
Think less but see it grow like a riot, like a riot, oh |
| [03:30.39] |
I'm not easily offended |
| [03:33.56] |
Not hard to let it go |
| [03:36.10] |
From a mess to the masses |
| [03:39.02] |
Lisztomania |
| [03:42.24] |
Think less but see it grow |
