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Friday, August 13, 2010

It'S Uncanny - Lyrics - Hall &Amp; Oates

Title: It'S Uncanny
Artist: Hall &Amp; Oates
Composer(s): Daryl Hall

Lyric:
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4 -

It's uncanny, the way you always call
Every time I think about you
It's uncanny baby, the way you always know
Just what I'm going through
Sometimes you take me by surprise
And I don't know what to say
When I'm not alone
You always find me where I lay
When you call my name and take my breath away
It's uncanny baby, it's uncanny baby
Please don't you know

When I was lonely, you were my friend
When I needed you, you took me in girl
When I was crazy, you bring me back home
When I see you, I'm in love
I'm in love, I'm in love again
It's hard to talk about all the trouble that I feel
And I can't always see what's fantasy
What's real
But when you call my name
The wave disappears
It's uncanny baby, uncanny baby
You keep on doin' it girl

You do it to me, you do it to me
When I think about you don't you know
I hear that doorbell ringing in my ear
You do it to me, you do it to me
Your love's so good and interesting
Shows no sign of ending
Just keeps on taking me higher
Uncanny baby, uncanny baby, please girl
Uncanny baby, you know it's uncanny
You know it's uncanny now
Every time, every time I think about you
You know it's uncanny
Oh you always come through girl
You know it's uncanny, you know it's uncanny baby
Keep on doin' it girl
You know it's uncanny

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Best Imitation Of Myself - Lyrics - Ben Folds Five - Ben Folds Five

Title: Best Imitation Of Myself
Album: Ben Folds Five
Artist: Ben Folds Five
Composer(s): Ben Folds

Lyric:
I feel like a quote out of context
With holdin' the rest
So I can be for you what you want to see
I got the gestures and sounds
Got the timin' down
It's uncanny, yeah
You'd think it was me

Do you think I should take a class
To lose my Southern accent?
Did I make me up
Or make the face 'til it stuck?
I do the best imitation of myself

The problem with your speech
You gave me was fine
I liked the theories about my little stage
And I swore I was listenin'
But I started driftin'
Around the part about me
Actin' my age

And now if it's all the same
I've people to entertain
I juggle one-handed
Do some magic tricks and
The best imitation of myself

Maybe I'm thinkin' myself in a hole
Wonderin' who I am?
When I ought to know?
Straighten up now time to go
Fool somebody else
Fool somebody else

Last night, I was east with them
And west within tryin' to be for you
What you want to see
But I can't help it
With you the good and bad comes through
Don't want you hangin' out
With no one but me

Now if it's all the same
It comes from the same place
And if my mind's somewhere else
You won't be able to tell
I do the best imitation of myself

Yes, it's uncanny to see
You'd really think it was me
The best imitation of myself
Do the best imitation of myself

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Sunday, August 8, 2010

Best Imitation Of Myself - Lyrics - Ben Folds Five - Ben Folds

Title: Best Imitation Of Myself
Album: Ben Folds Five
Artist: Ben Folds
Composer(s): Ben Folds

Lyric:
I feel like a quote out of context withholding the rest
So I can be for you what you want to see
I got the gestures and sounds, got the timing down
It's uncanny, yeah, you'd think it was me

Do you think I should take a class
To lose my Southern accent?
Did I make me up or make the face 'til it stuck?
I do the best imitation of myself

The problem with you speech you gave me was fine
I liked the theories about my little stage
And I swore I was listening but I started drifting
Around the part about me acting my age

And now if it's all the same
I've people to entertain
You know I juggle one handed, do some magic tricks and
The best imitation of myself

Maybe I'm thinking myself in a hole
Wondering who I am when I ought to know
Straighten up now, time to go
Fool somebody else, fool somebody else

Last night I was east with them and west within
Trying to be for you what you want to see
But I can't help it with you the good and bad comes through
Hanging out with no one but me

If it's all the same it comes from the same place
And if my mind's somewhere else
You won't be able to tell
I do the best imitation of myself

Yes it's uncanny to see
You'd really think it was me
The best imitation of myself
Do the best imitation of myself

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

I Would Look Good With You - Lyrics - Josh Gracin - Josh Gracin

Title: I Would Look Good With You
Album: Josh Gracin
Artist: Josh Gracin
Composer(s): John Kennedy, Tammi Kidd

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Lyric:
In case you hadn't noticed I'm a logical guy
I put two and two together and came up with you and I
Made an informed decision, my ducks are in a row
While I'm doing all this thinkin', well I guess you ought to know
Hey baby, I would look good with you

I'm a little too short, you're a hair too tall
I can buy a stepladder, ain't no trouble at all
With my powers of persuasion and your cheerleader smile
My uncanny way with numbers and your middle class style
Hey baby, I would look good with you

'Cause everybody's beautiful
If you take the time to see
Don't have to be sensible
Hey baby, just as long as it's me

We can take a cue from Noah and build a really big boat
You can work it on tan while we sail to Rio
Don't matter where we're headed, don't matter what we do
Got a sneaky suspicion and I'm pretty sure it's true
Hey baby, I would look good with you

'Cause everybody's beautiful
If you take the time to see
Don't have to be sensible
Hey baby, just as long as it's me

'Cause everybody's beautiful
If you take the time to see
Don't have to be sensible
Hey baby, just as long as it's me

No one believed Columbus
When he said, the world wasn't flat
Believe me when I tell you
Right here's where it's at
Hey baby, I would look good with
Hey baby, I would look good with
Hey baby, I would look good with you

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Are We Family - Lyrics - Tragically Hip

Title: Are We Family
Artist: Tragically Hip
Composer(s): Gord Sinclair, Gordon Downie, Rob Baker, Johnny Fay, Paul Langlois

Lyric:
It's only human to want
To inhabit every feeling you've got
And more often than not
Let's take it to the nth degree

Here he goes
Gimmie ten bucks and a head start
Here's where he goes
The puzzle's pullin' apart

And here's the scene
You're yellin' calmly out the street
Are we family or what?

From happy-go-lucky
To surly-go-crazy the lot
And more often than not
Admission to the battles is free

Here he goes
Gimmie ten bucks and a head start
Here's where he goes
Pullin' the puzzle apart

And here's the scene
Where you whisper down the crookedest street
Are we family or what?

Are we family when it's only if not when
Sisters and brothers, wolf, wolf lover
And the boy who stamped too many ants?
Are we family?

It's only human to want
To inherit every feeling you've got
And like it or not
Let's take it to the nth degree

Here we go
Give us ten bucks and a head start
Here's where we go
The puzzle's pullin' apart

And here's the scene
Your horse is going the wrong way up the street
Are we family or what?

Are we family, when its not if but when
Taking care of each other, one bullet to another
When it's all if a song can't save us then nothing can?
Are we family or what?
(Are we family [Incomprehensible])

Are we family or what?
(To one another, the lost to the recovered?
[Incomprehensible])
Are we family or what?
(The tribal jury to the Pakistani teen?)

Are we family or what?
(Ill-starred evenings to champion mystique)
Are we family or what?
(Sick as a writer writing to be lighter than the uncanny, are we family?)
When the invasion of Antarctica's complete are we family?

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Monday, August 9, 2010

Hootnanny - Lyrics - Deliverance - Bubba Sparxxx

Title: Hootnanny
Album: Deliverance
Artist: Bubba Sparxxx
Composer(s): Warren Mathis, Timothy Mosley

Lyric:
I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny

I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny

Now I done banged a heap of Betties in various modes of transport
An' told them as they exit be sure that they close the damn door
The quiet country types is usually those I'm scared for
Some scared at first, but usually those demand more

Really ain't conceited, I just call myself a cut above
A horny little parasite that all these women love to love
Tell you what it is today, I ain't concerned with what it was
Bubba fixin' to get it done, I put that on my brother

Hear them in the closet, in the kitchen, justa whisperin'
Bubba so psst psst, knowin' that I'm listenin'
I ain't gotta chain, boy my peck is all that's glistenin'
Whachu steamin' on folk? Y'all ain't even disciplined

I ain't leaving nothin', this the house me and my people built
Huggin' me and dappin' me, buddy I can see your guilt
It's cold when you're wrong and you lookin' like you need a quilt
Y'all matter less every time this margarita tilt

I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny

I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny

A lot of y'all was thinkin' that Bubba would probably disappear
Get some show money from ugly and buy a keg of beer
And another pig to give my other pigs some company
Rent a doublewide and just live it out in luxury

In due time, but there's business left to attend to
I need another farm to bequeath my next of kin to
And another tractor for my great aunt Missy
Yea, I've been drinkin' but I ain't that pissy

Thinkin' back to when my daddy told me what it's all about
He said no matter what I do in life, some of y'all'll pout
I can deal with that long as all my folks is eatin' good
Let that channel pass over more than any Easter could

I'm on the roll again and I ain't talkin' ecstasy
Tell them folks at Interscope, they fixin' to write some checks to me
Soon as me and Timmy finish up this latest pig schlop
Man I think you right, it ain't nothin' but some hen

I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny

I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny

I'm back off in the saddle with that smile and that cajolery
Mama always knew how big a stallion I would grow to be
Way beyond these suckers both lyrically and vocally
I doubted for a moment, now it's clear to me I'm supposed to be

An uncanny wit plus a timing that's impeccable
Make the sharpest cat feel his mind is just a vegetable
How does Bubba do it, you won't find it in a manual
Confused them all at first, so this time is understandable

Staring at the ceilin' fan, ponderin' my future now
Wonderin' what the hell to do with all this loot I found
Got my tractor polished up and I'm as drunk as Cooter Brown
Navigatin' yet another one of Timmy's supersounds

I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny

I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Ten Cent Blues - Lyrics - Combinations - Eisley

Title: Ten Cent Blues
Album: Combinations
Artist: Eisley
Composer(s): Sherri Dupree, Chauntelle Dupree, Stacy Dupree, Weston Dupree

Lyric:
Dear orthodox, I can't control my feelings
And who hit me? I just might be
Coming round the bush
And my stilts, they began cracking
Subsequently pushed

And I looked to see that it was she
Just some abandoned little crook like me
Adieu, adieu and fare thee well
This was the ending, please

I was attached on bended knee
But I declined my leave

But who could blame a fraction of her being?
She is cheesy, she is scrawny
With her uncanny styling
I'm teasing, she is pleasing
She just has no wit

I'm sorry I don't have her face
And I'm probably gonna lose this race
There is no doubt she's such a mouse
With such an abstract grace

There is no cure, I am sure
For this ten cent blues

Then she chose to dissect me
And I was casted into poverty
But I did not agree with her
She said, "Now, you got nerve?

But I don't care if I'm granted
For all these things
If I were one among this crowd
Would you call that defeat?

In a way it's making me crazy
In a sense that it's making me stronger
A likely chance and it's probably proven
In the end we'll all walk away

Shaking hands on a doormat
I salute you, sir
A stranger and a happy fit
Too glad I'm part of it
And that I saw it all

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Monday, August 23, 2010

Doo Rags - Lyrics - The Lost Tapes - Nas

Title: Doo Rags
Album: The Lost Tapes
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Michelle Bell, Nasir Jones, Larry Gates

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Lyric:
Pushin' drop-tops, Stacy Lattisaw tapes, the 80's had us all apes Youngest gorillas up to bat at home plate
That was a uncanny era, in my pants
Yeah, X Clan hair, with dreads at the top of my fade

Homicide an' Feds on the blocks where I played, b-ball
That's when I wondered was I here for the cause, or be-cause
'Cause Ray Charles could see the ghetto
Was told to stay strong an' I could beat the devil

'Cause yo, I used to play Apollo Balcony seats
Watchin' swing razors in the front row, then out in the streets
The car show, 560's, chemical afros
Acuras pumpin' Super Lover Cee an' Casanova

Live chicks be, bustin' out of they clothes
Wearin' lip gloss, big door knockers pealin' they earlobes
So where them years go? Where the old gold beers an' cheers go?
But now them shorties here doe, so

The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels an' furs
Riker's Island bustin', still packed, what's the word?
The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' they
An' I'm, still enjoyin' life's ride, one mo' time

The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels an' furs
Riker's Island bustin', still packed, what's the word?
The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' they
An' I'm, still enjoyin' life's ride, right

Political thugs in shark suits persuade us to pull
In army boots, yellin, "Join the armed forces"
We lost the Vietnam War, intoxicated poisons
Needles in arms of veterans instead of bigger fortunes

There's still a lot of crawlin' in the carpet offices
War in the ghetto, we crabs in a barrel, they torture us
They won't be servin' the beast too long
The murderers wearin' police uniforms, confederate flags I burn

Beat street breakers were dancin' to the music I chose
An' Peachtree Atlantic heads was tootin' they nose
In frozen corners of Chicago, loaded up Llama's children
With an' double

We devil incarnates, headed for jail
Where Shell gas company in South Africa be havin' us killed
Your paper money was the death of Christ
An' all these shorties comin' up, just resurrect your life
It's like a cycle

The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels an' furs
Riker's Island bustin', still packed, what's the word?
The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' they
An' I'm, still enjoyin' life's ride, one mo' time

The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels an' furs
Riker's Island bustin', still packed, what's the word?
The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' they
An' I'm, still enjoyin' life's ride, right

Used to wear rags on they hair when it was fried up
That's when we were lied to, buyin' hair products
Back before my generation, when our blackness started disintegratin'
'Til awareness started penetratin'

The styles come from prison, they used potatoes makin' liquor
Just to prove we some creative
Turnin' nothin' into somethin', is God work
An' you get nothin' without struggle an' hard work

War is necessary to my in chains
From Greene to Sing-Sing, I'm wantin' y'all to know one thing
The hardest thing is to forgive, but God does
Even if you murdered or robbed, yeah, it's wrong, but God loves

Take one step toward him, he takes two towards you
Even when all else fail, God support you
I done it, got God sun on my stomach
My heart an' my lungs was affected from an' gettin'

Do your body right an' it loves you back
You only get one life, an' yo, because of that
I'm still blazin', goin' out for the cause
Still rockin', stockin', not for the waves, obeyin' no laws
An' it's like that

The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels an' furs
Riker's Island bustin', still packed, what's the word?
The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' they
An' I'm, still enjoyin' life's ride, one mo' time

The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels an' furs
Riker's Island bustin', still packed, what's the word?
The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' they
An' I'm, still enjoyin' life's ride, right

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Are You Lonely Tonight - Lyrics - The Doctor - Cheap Trick

Title: Are You Lonely Tonight
Album: The Doctor
Artist: Cheap Trick
Composer(s): Rick Nielsen, Robin Zander

Lyric:
Sometimes I can tell early in the day
Sometimes I can sense in an uncanny way
When things aren't going right
It looks like just another lonely night

Wake me when it's over, shake me when it's done
Maybe when the sun comes up I'll find a place to run
So don't lay there like a fool
'Cause all you have to do is call me

Well, are you alone tonight?
Or are you lonely tonight?
Say you're lonely tonight

Travel 'round the world, seen a million girls
I know I've been around, nothing gets me down
'Cause someone's out there just like you
Someone's out there just like me too

Well, are you alone tonight?
Or are you lonely tonight?
Say you're lonely tonight

Baby don't let it, don't let it get ya
Just say the word and I'll be your cover
I'm gonna try to get there today
Call me and tell me, you don't need another day
Lonely night

Are you lonely?

Sometimes I can tell, you don't have to say
Sometimes I can sense there's the price you pay
When things aren't going right
It looks like just another lonely

Well, are you alone tonight?
Or are you lonely tonight?
Say you're lonely tonight

Are you alone tonight?
Say you're lonely tonight
Are you lonely tonight?
Hey, you're lonely tonight

Please, say you're lonely tonight
If you're alone tonight
Are you lonely tonight?
Are you lonely tonight?
Are you lonely tonight?

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Strange Deja Vu - Lyrics - Scenes From A Memory - Dream Theater

Title: Strange Deja Vu
Album: Scenes From A Memory
Artist: Dream Theater
Composer(s): Jordan Rudess, Kevin James Labrie, James Labrie, Michael Portnoy, Mike Portnoy, John Petrucci, John Myung

Lyric:
Subconscious strange sensation
Unconscious relaxation
What a pleasant nightmare
And I can't wait to get there again

Every time I close my eyes
There's another vivid surprise
Another whole life waiting
Chapters unfinished, fading

Closer now, slowly coming into view
I've arrived, blinding sunshine beaming through

There's a house I'm drawn to
Familiar settings, nothing new
And there's a pathway leading there
With a haunting chill in the air

There's a room at the top of the stairs
Every night I'm drawn up there
There's a girl in the mirror
Her face is getting clearer
Young child, won't you tell me why I'm here?

In her eyes, I sense a story never told
Behind the disguise
There's something tearing at her soul

Tonight I've been searching for it
A feeling that's deep inside me
Tonight I've been searching for
The one that nobody knows
Trying to break free

I just can't help myself
I'm feeling like I'm going out of my head
Tear my heart into two
I'm not the one the sleeper thought he knew

Back on my feet again
Eyes open to the real world
Metropolis surrounds me
The mirror's shattered the girl

Why is this outside life
Haunting me every day?
I'd break through to the other side
If only I'd find the way

Something's awfully familiar
The feeling's so hard to shake
Could I have lived in that other world?
It's a link that I'm destined to make

Still searching but I don't know what for?
The missing key to unlock my mind's door

Today I am searching for it
A feeling that won't go away
Today I am searching for
The one that I only know
Trying to break free

I just can't help myself
I'm feeling like I'm going out of my head
Tear my soul into two
I'm not the one I thought I always knew

I just can't help myself
I'm feeling like I'm going out of my head
Uncanny, strange deja vu
But I don't mind, I hope to find the truth

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Fake - Lyrics - Present For Everyone - Busted

Title: Fake
Album: Present For Everyone
Artist: Busted
Composer(s): Matthew James Sargeant, Guy Chambers, Willis Steve Power

Lyric:
I can't believe what my girlfriend did today
She screamed so loudly then she turned away
Why did she cut me down to size
She left me wondering, "Can I do it right?"

What am I gonna do now the games up
Can't get her off that's kinda rough
She better not tell my mates today

So baby tell me now do I need to measure
'Cause I'm feeling under pressure
I'm just hoping that the fear will go away
Don't wanna be a fake

I woke up in a sweat felt a disgrace
She looked so beautiful love on her face
Feeling stupid all on my own
I put it down to experience 'cause now I've grown

What am I gonna do now the games up
Can't get her off that's kinda rough
She better not tell my mates today

So baby tell me now do I need to measure
'Cause I'm feeling under pressure
I'm just hoping that the fear will go away
Don't wanna be a fake

Don't wanna be a fake it's quite uncanny
Cause my favorite film is when harry met sally
But now we're finished there's no way
That we're ever gonna be okay

Don't wanna be a fake, how low can I go
You might find me reading Cosmo
But when I'm finished you know that
You're gonna wanna be with me
Gonna wanna be with me
Gonna wanna be with me

Gotta a girl on my sofa
You're getting undressed
I gotta know can I deliver
'Cause I'm feeling stressed

What am I gonna do is my game up
I've got the goods is that enough
There's almost nothing left to say

So wish me luck not gonna run
The final countdown has begun
Not gonna see or hear them
Laughing in my face

What am I gonna do now the games up
Can't get her off that's kinda rough
She better not tell my mates today

So baby tell me now do I need to measure
'Cause I'm feeling under pressure
I'm just hoping that the fear will go away
Don't wanna be a fake

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Skwad Training - Lyrics - Artifact

Title: Skwad Training
Artist: Artifact
Composer(s): Williams Brown P Hendricks

Lyric:
As we embark, on Boom Skwad blunt rolling technique, 314
For those of you needing a reference
Please turn your textbooks to page four
As you will notice the diagram above you
Please follow it's instructions to a T, do not make an error
For those of you needing further reference
You may, purchase the Redman album, the first one
Listen to the song "How to roll a blunt"
But until then, you shall learn

I use my Colt 45 to shoot down your old english
By the time that I'm finished I peel the caps off six Guinness
Skwad Training helps me to peep a sucker's weakness, like
Telling your secrets, or kicking it to your freakses

You couldn't go there with directions
I make crews break out like skin infections
From my rap lethal injections

Hoes get caught up in my web like flies
One look at my red eyes
Tricks jump into back flips like Jedis
Black little rascal dissin' dips at White Castle
Got love doctors baffled why bitches ride me like a saddle

Is it live or Memorex when I be on deck
Loose from deuce deuces from the neck and then I jet
Etcetera, catch my rap and after that kick back
Competitors could rap, but they recycle like six-packs
Wack ain't the word for ya, nigga, I never heard of ya
So turn it down a notch or two or watch my crew murder ya

Yo, hold the phone, tone niggaz like that?s raps are prone
To disassemble members only who think they're grown
See, we're from the Bricks where tricks hustle for dick
DKNY, MC's think they rhyme styles be fly

I bear witness that, we bring the crispiness
Exquisite, prolific, the two that brew the gifted
Or uncanny, play school the days who misbehave
Pray their handy, MC's wreckin' niggaz with the dandy

Style so peep the tech, X be the brand called seb and
These niggaz from New Jerus is next on hand
Formulate rhymes, create lines, collaborate
With the DATs and mind state, that makes your brain cells ache
Niggaz get dissed in the cut, now they finished
Advantage to the victor all crews be diminished

You will continue rolling your blunts, in a counter-clockwise fashion
Gripping it firmly, yet loosely at the ends, twist it
In a counter-clockwise motion
No cheating, no Easy Wide will be distributed
You will be based to rely your skills on pure instinct

Tame One be rockin' on cloud nine with rhymes that flow frequent
Peep how when I speak I freak sequins
Henceforth I piss MC's off more often, I'm the boss
Hittin' my blunts dipped in secret sauce

B-ball treats, dance on treats like neats rapper that's fleet
Step on competition with my hollow tip cleats
Past the rumors, that, the Artifacts got lazy that's crazy
Makin' joints that make your thoughts hazy

Morocco Mole MC's can't see me with they specs on
Gassed up like getti watch me blow spots like Exxon
I'm unfuckwittable like Jamal and George Clinton
The Ex-West district politician like Gibson

Dissin' those who missin' blows, kick shit to program
A instrumental jammer by the mental blow's manner
Vicious, Delicious with the Vinyl fuck bitches
Who got dreams and wishes for niggaz to feed 'em fine dishes

We sabotage your entourage with a barrage of lyrical cheap shots
At your weak spots, sleep not
This style spits on MC's like I do beatbox
In my size nine Reeboks, I'm cummin' thru ya fuckin' block

MC's perish from the shit that we deliver
Giver of a script to play it like Frank Gifford
Fools with no tools get dealt with from the belt tip
Who else is higher from the first to get melted

Exactly, no match, niggaz puttin' caps on my raps
Actually, broads ain't naturally, fit
Fakin' jax, blow styles on the map
Artifacts, bringin' back, that shit that niggaz lack

Time, put your blunts down
Those of you who have rolled your blunts correctly
May pass on to a much higher state
Those of you who fucked up get an F in fetal blunt
For those ridiculous assholes, and that ridiculous canoe
You got burnin', you stay back
This is the Boom Skwad president signing off
May your blunts stay tight and your eyes red
Good evening

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