[00:31.22]Like we always do about this time, ink lines for the sick rhyme inclined,
[00:34.93]It’s grimy sh*t but naught that can’t be fixed with a little bit of spitshine,
[00:38.70]Big time like Frankie in Vegas, inspiring like Ali and Frazier,
[00:42.24]Spit it out till we spilling out on to the street start a party up with our neighbours,
[00:45.72]I’d rather be part of your playlist, than ever be part of the A-list,
[00:49.84]Harness the energy, heart of a pedigree with the scars of a sadist,
[00:53.53]I go so hard on the pavement; I go so far with my statements,
[00:57.28]That I don’t know where they end and where I start it’s all part of game
[01:00.88]It’s the farthest I’ve came since I started to play it,
[01:02.63]I spar with these artists, the heartless and brainless,
[01:04.46]We’re harnessed by chains that are hard to escape
[01:06.41]And you change then they label us bastards or traitors,
[01:08.24]They’re charlatans, they’re haters, they start on us but they’re fake as,
[01:12.19]Our parliament, but don’t be disheartened by them pardon their failures,
[01:15.90]If we don’t forgive our enemies, we’ll crawl the walls like centipedes,
[01:19.80]Burn our energy like fossil fuels and fuel our own damn effigy,
[01:23.45]And we’ll all burn like Hennessy, so keep on then and step with me,
[01:27.11]John Lennon let it be,
[01:28.01]dead the beef like abattoirs, before these scavengers tear at me
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[01:31.41]I’ve been waiting to come back,
[01:34.88]Like where the hell is the show?
[01:38.86]Like a balloon on a thumbtack,
[01:42.11]Getting ready to blow,
[01:46.34]I’ve been waiting to come back,
[01:49.81]Like where the hell is the show?
[01:53.79]Like a balloon on a thumbtack,
[01:57.38]Getting ready to blow
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[02:00.62]And it might blow up but it won’t go pop,
[02:02.43]And it might blow up but it won’t burst,
[02:04.45]She said she might grow old but she won’t grow up,
[02:06.88]Well she might, but only if I go first,
[02:07.94]She wears her heart on her sleeve like;
[02:10.13]She’s wearing a patch on her shoulder,
[02:12.04]It’s not a matter of whether I can catch her,
[02:14.02]More a matter of whether I can hold her,
[02:15.98]She thinks out loud she’s got me; she laughs with her whole body,
[02:19.56]I think about how she got it all figured out and wonder why she’d even want me?
[02:22.63]Each night I find it’s the same ole, when I crawl inside in the evening,
[02:27.16]I lie down next to an angel; fall asleep and fly with my demons,
[02:30.87]They say don’t live in the past and live each day like it was your last but,
[02:34.46]I’d rather live each moment like it was my first,
[02:36.69]take it slow and sip from the glass,
[02:38.20]Savour the moment, spit vicious bars then pray for opponents,
[02:40.96]Sounds so serious don’t it? But I’m not concerned with a thing,
[02:44.08]This is book three, Tolkien, Return of the King,
[02:45.93]The kings have arrived; we drink from the sky,
[02:47.39]We fall from all ‘cause we think we can fly,
[02:49.09]But our wings have been tied, and the winging and lies,
[02:51.06]Have me I’m wishing that I could bridge the divide,
[02:52.95]You living the life? In the blink of an eye
[02:54.82]The shine of the bling and the rims that you ride,
[02:56.74]Can all disappear so live for the rhyme,
[02:58.59]Not material things your gift can provide
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[03:01.24]I’ve been waiting to come back,
[03:04.68]Like where the hell is the show?
[03:08.65]Like a balloon on a thumbtack,
[03:12.22]We’re getting ready to blow,
[03:16.01]I’ve been waiting to come back,
[03:19.66]Like where the hell is the show?
[03:23.51]Like a balloon on a thumbtack,
[03:27.29]I’m getting ready right now I’m getting ready
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[03:30.66]Since ‘State of the Art’ we’ve stayed in the yard
[03:32.33]just waiting to start this sh*t all over,
[03:34.41]Laying in bars for a day and a half, had to switch from gin to soda,
[03:38.36]And by like mid October, record was six months over,
[03:41.75]Due, and I‘m like dude what you expect? I’m only three months sober,
[03:45.66]Coming up turning tree trunks over, running up burning divas, posers,
[03:49.48]Run amok till the sun is up or till one of us # live la vidaloca,
[03:53.02]I’m going to roll until I fold, like I got a hold of Propafol,
[03:57.04]So beautiful to know you all but for now peace I’m over and out
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[04:01.50]I don’t wanna go, but I gotta go...
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