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Hello.. |
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Hello everybody name's Kristoff Krane, |
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Walk around the town with a pissed off brain. |
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Naw, not really, I ain't mean I'm nice. |
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I feed my machine kale beans and rice. |
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Used to find release in Jesus Christ, |
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Then I broke free, don't believe the hype. |
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The type to take a poop on the devil, |
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Please, do forgive me for stooping to your level! |
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If you dig, then scoop here's a shovel, |
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Either hit china or a dirty mud puddle. |
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Yeah, and there's only one light, |
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Stuck at the end of the tunnel, I really don't like. |
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Trying to put the pieces of the puzzle back together |
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Just to watch them all fall back all apart on my whole life! |
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Help, help, there's a knife in my back |
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Looking forward to the time I died to myself in the past. |
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To hell with the trash! |
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You only get to Heaven if you recycle the message! |
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So I, so I? I fell then I laughed, |
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Trapped in a well full of gas and antidepressants |
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My family genetics was left with a shred of evidence |
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That deadened the senses and affected the perception |
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It's only a matter of time before we clearly remember it |
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Slowly climbing a ladder to the sky of where forever lives. |
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Carborator stained cuz the driver let it idle |
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Passenger up in the back thinking about survival, |
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Someone take the reins before they take us to a Ohio |
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And pretend we're in Atlantis, and brand us with a smile. |
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The cameras are flashin now, I wanna pack my shit up |
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Move back to Kansas, now tap three times. |
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And hey, they say hip hop's changed |
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Why? cause you're listening the Kristoff Krane! |
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Someone once asked me if I sniffed cocaine |
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I took a deep breath and said ick, no way! |
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It's no worse than getting gold chains |
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Drivin to the club, trying to get more dames, |
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I rather get knocked out, backwards, |
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World flipped upside down yelling it's OK |
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To the actors and actresses who do just that, act, |
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You lack the passion it's about time to set it straight, |
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Cause you've been holding it wrong the whole time |
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Now it's all bent waiting for the right time to die |
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And I, I don't need to name no names |
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You know who you are and I hope you feel ashamed |
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I can tell that you don't feel happy when you smile |
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Cause the music that you makes like stealing candy from a child |
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See, I rather hear somebody talk about guns |
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If that's the life that they came from and |
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Something that they've actually done |
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While you sit and criticize, and talk about love in a |
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Manipulative manner like "Lifes about having fun." |
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I refuse to take pride in where I'm from |
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Cuz even if you're talking about Earth, |
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You're still forgetting about what's above, beyond, |
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Like a pawn whose been shoved right infront |
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Of a king in the ring with no gloves on |
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You got no guts, so how's your brain 'gon stomach it? |
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You're so afraid to innovate, you recreate what others did |
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Now I know why you won't give me props |
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Cause you think that I'm a threat to your pretty, pretty plot. |
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But it's all good were in the same pot, |
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And as the heat rises we'll see who makes it to the top. |
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Hello nobody name's Kristoff Krane |
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Walk around town with a pissed off brain |
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Not really I aint I mean I'm nice. |
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Feed your machine kale beans and rice! |
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If you try once and fail then try it twice |
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Eat a piece of ginger, ninja tonight |
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Walk across city scape, run into the woods, |
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Everything you though you did, but you never could. |
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Ay, hip hop's changed! |
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Play the guitar, Kristoff Krane! |
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Even if you can only play C, to F, to G, okay. |
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Hey, say this will work for now |
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Go pick flowers, by a dead cow |
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[shout outs] |
