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He was a kid,
who lived in a box Stuck inbetween a win and a loss He made up his mind, he wanted to rock He sweat 'til he bled, the city was hot Off of the page, he wrote in his head Awfully strange, the things that he said No time to waste, he's rotting in bed But all through his pain, he was laughing instead 7,8, 9, 10, 11 P.M. He's bumpin' to the beat without a single friend Solo on the floor and it just don't stop until he sees the stars 12, 1, 2, 3, 4 A.M. And when the night's over, he will do it again Solo on the floor and it just don't stop 'til he sees the stars He's a lost cause He was a kid, who lived by the wheat Who laid while awake, but slept on his feet He put on a show, his stage was the street He walked like a dog, the city would see Off of the page, he wrote in his head Awfully strange, the things that he said No time to waste, he's rotting in bed But all through his rage, he was laughing instead 7,8, 9, 10, 11 P.M. He's bumpin' to the beat without a single friend Solo on the floor and it just don't stop until he sees the stars 12, 1, 2, 3, 4 A.M. And when the night's over, he will do it again Solo on the floor and it just don't stop 'til he sees the stars He's a lost cause Can't find out find out from someone else The moves you make don't move themselves You can't have everything tomorrrow, no, no, no So when you wake up with the shakes And hold your breath for your big break Think you've finally lost your place, It's just waitng for you. 'Come on 7,8, 9, 10, 11 P.M. He's bumpin' to the beat without a single friend Solo on the floor and it just don't stop until he sees the stars 12, 1, 2, 3, 4 A.M. And when the night's over, gonna do it again Solo on the floor and it just don't stop He's a lost cause 'Come on 7,8, 9, 10, 11 P.M. He's bumpin' to the beat without a single friend Solo on the floor and it just don't stop until he sees the stars 12, 1, 2, 3, 4 A.M. And when the night's over, he will do it again Solo on the floor and it just don't stop 'til he sees the stars He's a lost cause Lost cause (4x) That boy's a lost cause Lost cause (3x clear and then fades) |
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[you dont like me
well i don't like you either but we could go home] she talks in paragraph rambling paragraphs about her work on a sunday she wants my autograph but she dont wanna ask she's gonna get it one day faces faces faces i didnt want it to happen this way everything you die for i wouldnt live for but thats ok chorus- i rained on the princess parade she's just a beautiful girl who was raised in the shade freash meat and the blood is so sweet and she knows, she knows i cant recall a word she said at all i just wanted to make her feel like something that she wasnt [she never was] i cant recall a move she made at all i just wanted to make her feel like something that she wasnt [she never was] chorus braggadocio baby doll standing against a wall she used to model for mervyns i think she's a counterfeit but i'd be on top of it if she thought that i deserved it wasted wasted wasted poisonous games she loves to play everything you die for i wouldnt live for but thats ok chorus |
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Yeah, yeah,
9, 10, 11, 12, Yo, usually, We do it like this, The Suspects Scapegoat Wax Uh, coming through like a T-Rex, Check, check, Yo yo MCs smack their heads on brick And publicly pelt themselves with rocks And put their feet on dry ice blocks This one's the knock, knock knocking On your nose bridge Poking at your eyelids With the soul kids from where I live Everybody's smiling big as Regis And time froze like fetus A guitarist took a time machine and cloned baby Jesus And made an MC like me (what, what?) Who came to conquer everything Within the breeze, man, woman, disease - please, You looking at me in a dumb and funny way But come to find out your crew Was some 12-year-old runaways Mentally I am of the 23rd Century Technically microphones and drums are my specialty Cloud 9 to catch the scent of my rhymes I'm stomping through the streets rapping (Ooh, ah, ooh, ah) While you're marching for dimes It's like a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon Sports trivia: Who's head coach is Bobby Cremins? Georgia Tech Yellowjackets Iller by the millisecond I be kicking like Tekken Check out my record collection It's kind of fat This is why I rap like that I be oozing out the funk Like a case of the clap CHORUS: {Here is something you can't run from So stop look and listen You take your position We do it like this son The illest prescription A lyric incision Into you eardrum} -- X2 THE SUSPECTS: Natural mystic blowing through the air Hey is you smoking something there? Contraire, mon frere Cause in my verbal contract to give niggas instant convulsions Experience eternal seizures Tongue got you chokin' Rollin' down your throat, and... And leaving you to believe That planet Earth gave birth to a deadly disease We'll never freeze Even at the point of a handgun Swallow the bullets and spit 'em back random Holdin' motherfuckers for ransom Thinkin' they handsome Stick they family for all they own And some My life is based on tantrum Is that why yo ass be steady rappin'? You know Fuck a platinum Finagler philosophy Y'all player haters Ain't understanding my verbocity Constantly Off lots of weed It costs to be The boss don't take a loss No double-cross hater back off of me Feel animosity In high velocity Both prodigies CHORUS Your ears are rung My noise is like a thousand voices Until I'm done My words will shine through all distortion I'm here intact We're gonna get this thing together And when it cracks I'm gonna bet you that You and everybody else surrenders CHORUS |
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Take all our friends
Take the life we're growing used to And just send us away As the clock ticks slowly Moves through every hour of every day Are we okay Are we alive Oh, maybe it's just fine And we need nothing to survive Oo, whoa, oh Chorus: I'm feeling us breath in perfect balance again Oh, so much is said in this perfect silence And we're gone Take all the things that made inclomplete back there And we'll throw them to the wind And only count what lies ahead See it's not the way I planned Where do we stand Are we alone Oh, maybe it's just fine And we have no where left to go Oo, whoa, oh Chorus I'm feeling us breathing in perfect balance again Oh, so much is said in this perfect silence I hear your last breath, Bobby With both eyes closed, come quietly I hear your last breath, Bobby Yeah Chorus 2x And we're gone |
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Uh, things could get better,
i guess what do you think you to uh huh yeah yeah yeah oh oh oh yeah yeah yeah uh huh check this out heres how i did it spend my last 5 dollars at burger king i have no money have no nothing which makes it impossible for me to take care of my dog properly (domino) i played in a game of basket ball at the park with some guys and my man johnny zee at fat older man jumped on my back and flaired up an old high school injury im still tripping off my ex-girlfriend we broke up three years ago last week i still write songs about that girl but she has moved on very nicely i wreked my car i ride my bike but some asshold came and stole my seat he didnt give a damn about my life so now i only travel by my feet everything is almost fine ive just got a few of these frustrations and they are weighing on my mind everything is almost fine ive just got a few of these frustrations and they are weighing on my mind the mets aint won since eighty-six the dolphins lost by fifty-five i had to go to mario my little sister had to drive i give myself these wack haircuts so its all uneven in the back i cant afford a barbershop so now i only wear a hat my label president says im fat and i need to lose like fourty pounds and get some style in my wardrobe and maybe audition for o-town its getting close to being almost fine but when i think i pull ahead im really falling way behind what was the straight line turned into a fork in a road and i took the wrong route and i though you should know everything is almost fine ive just got a few of these frustrations and they are weighing on my mind everything is almost fine ive just got a few of these frustrations and they are weighing on my mind but at least i dont have lobster hands like those people i saw on jerry springer and at least i can still drink gusto with true liners yo my name is marty james alais scapegoat willie yeah here we go here we go yo mario everything is almost fine ive just got a few of these frustrations and they are weighing on my mind but its almost fine everything is almost fine ive just got a few of these frustrations and they are weighing on my mind |
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My autograph isn't worth a paper bag.
It's not me you're looking for. It's nothing more. Do you ever smile in pain? Like when a needle breaks your vain. When everything is rushing to the shore. All I have is my radio. And both my friends are scared. All I have are these mirrors that just stare. I made you sing. Like you never thought you'd scream. Everything is in key now let me soar. Do you ever smile in pain? Like when a razor breaks your vain. When everything is rushing to the floor. All I have is my radio. And both my friends are scared. All I have are these mirrors that just stare. You said you loved everything. You said the blue skies would sing. You said I made you complete. But baby theres only half of me. All I have is my radio. And both my friends are scared. All I have are these mirrors that just stare. All I have is my radio. And both my friends are scared. All I have are these mirrors that just stare. Do you ever smile in pain? Do you ever smile in pain? |
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