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My mind it draws a blank
Try to collect my thoughts An open hole of nothingness and loss I've got no memory There is a scar on my head How did it get there? I can't think No concentration About a thing Can't find that missing link Sick of this confusion I can't think, yeah! Don't ask me questions I've got no answers to Last thing remembered is I don't even know you It's time to run and hide My thoughtless brain confide Please help me make it right I can't think No concentration About a thing Can't find that missing lick Sick of this confusion I can't think, yeah! Another confrontation Of useless information An open book With the pages torn from the bind A plane of loneliness Inside my thoughtless mind I can't think No concentration About a thing Can't find that missing link Sick of this confusion I can't think |
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Take a look don't you know i don't care about you
Not a one thing you won't do To get attention from the ones who ignore Now don't cast all your friends away There's only one thing i can say Hey man you're sick and rotten to the core Hey you're all washed up Would you please shut up Take a walk that way Hey you're all washed up Would you please shut up Take a walk that way Take a look pay attention to the words i say So little time for you to get away Run to the door in a panicked fury of fear No hope cause you'll never get the message anyway Thry let you in so your gonna stay But beware of my boot and a bottle of beer Hey you're all washed up Would you please shut up Take a walk that way Mr. mr. you make me sick I ain't gonna fall for that same old trick Won't you turn around and take a trip back To the other side of town you drip buttercup Buttercup you're all washed up Get out of my face and shut the fuck up No business cards or that fake ass stuff Bouncer's on your ass so you better hurry up Take a look don't you know i don't care about you Not a one thing you won't do To get attention from the ones who ignore Now don't cast all your friends away There's only one thing i can say Hey man you're sick and rotten to the core Hey you're all washed up Would you please shut up Take a walk that way Hey you're all washed up Would you please shut up Take a walk that way Take a walk that way Take a walk that way Take a walk Take a walk Take a walk |
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| 1:55 |
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Live in misery, don't stand next to me. I can smell your breath for miles and miles.
You're on me, please stop touching me. Take your place at the bar stool flunkie. Hey-oh-ay-oh who do you know? Drunk asshole. Grab your yetes and get behind the wheel and drive your car as fast as you can. Had a bad vision you in collision crash and burn man end of discussion hey-oh-ay-oh, who do you know drunk asshole. |
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| 3:02 |
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Now you're lookin' down, lookin' down, lookin' down the barrel of a gun a stupid stare, just stand there, and wait for the one. T.V. News anymore? Please tell us some more.
Don't ask why, just watch the good part die. Don't ask why, all they tell you is lies. Looking somewhere in Los Angeles, is it really understood that everyday people face everyday murder, in their own neighborhood. T.V. News reports, tally all the scores, can we have peace anymore? Please tell us some more. Don't ask why, just watch the good part die. Don't ask why, all they tell you is lies. Now you're laying down in a box under the trash day in, day out, can you hear me shout, you been fading fast. T.V. News reports, tally all the scores can we have food anymore? Please tell us some more. Don't ask why, just watch the good part die. Don't ask why, all they tell you is lies. Don't ask why, just watch the good part die. Don't ask why, all they tell you is lies. |
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| 2:37 |
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Chillin' in the van yeah felling on the girlies our only
concern is where the keg party is accelerator down we're getting there early steaming up the windows cause we're so fucking thirsty but we gotta make an important stop over the curb to the neon light not fast food and it ain't no piss stop it's the thirst shop we're going to the liquor store we're going to the liquor store we're going to the liquor store joint is bumpin' to the urge on cassette they want us to play but we said not yet never start singing when our mouth is dry never start playing 'till we're liquified never let up until the keg is dry and when it's all gone you know we're saying goodbye the dudes got mad and the girls start crying the party is dying we're going to the liquor store we're going to the liquor store we're going to the liquor store dude with the party wants his money back fuck you is heard from a window on the van all you get is smoke and a pile of empty cans when your party's over that's when ours begins steal all your girlies then make our getaway but first things first babe open your purse you get no respect 'till we quench the thirst go inside and get my pickle go inside and get my pickle we're going to the liquor store we're going to the liquor store we're going to the liquor store and don't forget to park my car |
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| 3:38 |
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Yeah. Yeah.
Lately I've been asking myself how I feel oh, ooh! And I'm trying not to be too harsh. Have to do my part. Woah, GO! Take away, take away what I don't need, save the good part please. Fade away, fade away. Yeah. Back around once again, but I don't mind. Took a chance on some friends. You might think I've lost my mind. Pound me with questions all the time, for you or anyone else. COME ON! Take away, take away what I don't need, save the good part please. Fade away, fade away. Take away, take away what I don't need, save the good part please. Fade away, fade away. Huuuuh! Yeah. Lately, I've been asking myself how I feel oh, ooh. Yes I'm trying, oh, yes I'm trying. Oh, ooh. Take away, take away what I don't need, save the good part please. Fade away, fade away. Take away, take away what I don't need, save the good part please. Fade away, fade away. Take away, take away what I don't need, save the good part please. Fade away, fade away. Take away, ya. Oh take away, yaaaaa! |
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| 2:31 |
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| 3:04 |
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Your life has turned for the worst, the worst is yet to come. The substance in your pipe designed to make you numb. You're going down in flames, oh yes, it's too late to change. Now I feel the rage.
I remember when we used to laugh, but time has spoiled our craft, so now I stay away. Why the question that is always asked, I won't be coming back. We'll go our separate ways. I've seen you crack a smile, ain't so hateful after all turn back the hands of time to life when you were riding high. I think I understand, can't be involved in this plan. So now I clean my hands. I remember when we used to laugh, but time has spoiled our craft, so now I stay away. Why the question that is always asked. I won't be coming back. We'll go our separate ways. I watched your personality steer wrong off from reality. Can't get high enough to destroy all possibility. I've done the best I can. I'd even still be your friend. |
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| 1:45 |
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| 11. |
| 2:38 |
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Check it,
I set it off by lettin' ya know I can flow to many beats Similar to groove so freely People say I'm gettin' kinda greedy, but so what, I'm supplin the need Some MC's go for therapy, I buried the Remain of the other 'cause they suck incredibly Superficial styles only last a little while But they'll never hold a candle to the TV profile More than just wit and more than just intellect And more than a gangster 'cause I kill wit a mic check And I'm not the one wit the H on his back I fill up the place with the brothers select It's gettin' hectic, it's gettin' crazy It's gettin' hectic, it's gettin' wild x2 Rearranging the script as my words shift gear in a flash Putting cash in a stash, ain't nuttin funny, money Greater gifts, I receive, by those who are blessed Me, I got a treasure chest By all means protected at all times you try to front, you'll pay more than a small fine I don't brag about the stuff I kick I simply roll correctly, demolishing stupid kids Hittin' it off wit the lip and not accomplishing zip I tell 'em, wake up son 'cause this is it Peep out the suckers who are faking Faking moves on the mic and in life It's gettin' hectic, it's gettin' crazy It's gettin' hectic, it's gettin' wild 3x It's gettin' hectic, it's gettin' crazy Yeah, take it down Yeah, Check it, And when the mic stands free, I then step to the Point of attack 'cause the track feels good to me And I intend to break ya out of your restraints You gain interest in my rhymes like a City Bank Thanks to the Brand New Heavies and everyone Who can dig the movement of the Guru, smooth and Proving that I'm the relevant, eloquent one Suckers getting whoopings like they're all my sons Remembering rap from the days of it's origin The power of many men ascend from my pen Dissing the ones wit the fame and claiming they're hard Yo, them, I disregard 'Cause they ain't all cracked up to what they should be Some of them wannabees, some of them wouldbees And I'm getting vexed by the crap they project They put in on wax and all their records still racks |
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| 4:20 |
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Why can't I see instructions on my head to arrest me. It's an every day test, only hope for the best. Strategy, enemy, artillery.
Chip on your shoulder, woke up and told ya. Made your decision. Violent opposition A cold chill pressed on the spine. Time to pay a debt on borrowed time. Do we really hate you? No more hope for the color blue. Don't need no more proof, they're all trained to shoot and kill, the color sublime. Chip on your shoulder, woke up and told ya. Made your decision. Violent opposition. |
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| 2:11 |
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Well, please pay attention, you know who the hell I'm talking to. Get out of my face, you fool, you don't play your games with me you know. I don't have time for that, don't come round here no more, that shit you dirty rat.
Don't ever turn your back on a dirty rat. She'll see you out, man, I can vouch for that. She'll come to you when it's time to cry, then take the truth and tell a flat out lie. I trusted you and then you cut my throat behind my back. I got a message for you hun, I just can't go for that. Just go away you dirty rat and crawl back in your cave. You spread your lies and now it's time for you to pay. Don't ever turn your back on a dirty rat. She'll see you out, man, I can vouch for that. She'll come to you when it's time to cry, then take the truth and tell a flat out lie. This is the last time that I ever stop to speak to you. I'd like to shut your mouth and seal it up with superglue. I hope you're happy now to live your stupid boring life. You dirty rat, you dirty rat you dirty rat. Don't ever turn your back on a dirty rat. She'll see you out, man, I can vouch for that. She'll come to you when it's time to cry, then take the truth and tell a flat out lie. |
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| 3:09 |
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My mind it draws a blank
Try to collect my thoughts An open hole of nothingness and loss I've got no memory There is a scar on my head How did it get there? I can't think No concentration About a thing Can't find that missing link Sick of this confusion I can't think, yeah! Don't ask me questions I've got no answers to Last thing remembered is I don't even know you It's time to run and hide My thoughtless brain confide Please help me make it right I can't think No concentration About a thing Can't find that missing lick Sick of this confusion I can't think, yeah! Another confrontation Of useless information An open book With the pages torn from the bind A plane of loneliness Inside my thoughtless mind I can't think No concentration About a thing Can't find that missing link Sick of this confusion I can't think |
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