did let up. Fandango you hoes! Opponents they keep their back on the ropes, their faces hit the floor. Suckers ain't nothin' but jokes with their vocals
, begin like a violin End like Leviathan, it's deep, well, let me try again Wisdom be leakin' out my grapefruit troop I dominate break loops, givin' mics menstrual cycles
'm aging maintain my saneness I can't explain it, my life's turning pages Yo SCRATCHES Waking up freaking out, hearing sounds out my mouth It's not freestyle vocal
slant so tiny a dogma idea turn to quagmire Thrum-humming transistor a brain wave insistor Closed circuit hypnosis an inbuilt psychosis Not one self expression deliberate surpression A cycle
, right, let me know, or anything else, anything else, let me know this first. Laughing at your good advice Formula unfolding city wide. Cycles overtaking
do you? Look at the state of things and tell me true In the city any city life's a paradox of good and evil Many fall into the vicious cycle Living
be, who I perceive to be me In a world where the fake get payed fully You can't fool me, if you can't cycle the greenbacks I mean that, so just chill
When my innuendos elapse, my mental window attacks The instrumental elapses Perhaps that's the only reason that I spared her life You could solo my fuckin' vocals
much but I write a lot such word Amongst the fiends, controlled by the screens What does it all mean all this shit I'm seein Human beings scream vocal
A song by a band called MAX from their album called "Silence Running" on which Sinead sings background vocals. ---------------------------------------
Common] Keep the music alive The good and the strong survive I closed my eyes and imagined I was 'Jackson Five' Randy and Michael goin' through life cycle
[{background vocals i.e. Aesop Rock} (sampled vocals i.e. NOT Aesop)] [Intro: Various Samples] (Give him one of these pills if he has any pain) (A parable
do you? look at the state of things and tell me true in the city any city life's a paradox of good and evil Many fall into the vicious cycle living by
tried to fight death Didn't throw your left right, so now all you have is your right left And female rappers, I murder two with mad paragraphs When I'm finished, your menstrol cycle
When my innuendos elapse... my mental window attacks; the instrumental elapses Perhaps that's the only reason that I spared her life You could solo my fuckin vocals
out] Now, the time will come when money runs Run out the mattress, house will be in slums feminists like me borne enemy, see how the cycle revolves
