| (Spose) | |
| Show don't tell | |
| They’ll never say way to go, they'll just say go to hell | |
| Never ever let your cranium swole | |
| You’ve got to keep your ego, under control | |
| I know even though you think you got that heroin crack ********t | |
| Don’t act it, that's wackness, put in practice | |
| Let your rhymes speak, bragging about a dime piece | |
| Or time piece child please be sensible | |
| ‘cause lying's indefensible | |
| Bull********t’s detectable | |
| We all got noses | |
| Even if what you admit is reprehensible | |
| You will be respectable just because you told it | |
| I'll never say protect your neck | |
| ‘cause truthfully I’m more Beck than Inspectah Deck | |
| You've got to come original on your etch-a-sketch | |
| Or get shaken up then left next to death | |
| In other words if you wanna be a folk hero | |
| And they're all selling lemonade, sell Coke Zero | |
| Do something different, when you rap stuff | |
| And hold on, prepare to blast off | |
| But don't get gassed up like electric cars, or be after last call spitting empty bars | |
| Because anyone who has time to envy ours is probably all talk like NPR | |
| If you burn all your bridges, ********t is looking destitute | |
| Build tunnels to exit through, don't think with ********s | |
| If you want your homey dead, keep him texting you | |
| Keep your friends near, keep your foes right next to you | |
| I'll tell you what Jay-Z told me | |
| “Hoes will get you sidetracked then clapped from close feet” | |
| Distracted from tasks by ass i know it's tight | |
| But you could lose money, time, even your life | |
| Plus ********es are crazy......moving on | |
| I hate political rappers more than i do Lebron | |
| I've been a Celtics fan for super long | |
| So keep Chechnya rebels out of your stupid songs | |
| Go be a columnist, go be a novelist | |
| Like a rap a song is a solution to all of it | |
| Yeah Obama's heard of Common but I doubt Michelle Bachmann has got Pac in her Walkman | |
| It's Sarah McLachlan | |
| Sarah McLachlan | |
| Sarah McLachlan | |
| It’s Paula Cole and Sarah McLachlan | |
| It’s Edwin McCain and Sarah McLachlan | |
| It’s Joan O********ourne and Sarah McLachlan | |
| It’s Joan O********ourne and Sarah McLachlan | |
| Sarah McLachlan | |
| It’s ******* Paula Cole and Sarah McLachlan | |
| (spoken, with echoes) | |
| The sea living, beautiful and life giving, seems as you ride to be everywhere about you | |
| Behind, before, around | |
| Now it rises like a lake, gemmed with islands and embosomed with rich swells of woodlands, now you catch a peep of it with your right hand among tufts of oak and maple, and along it spreads on your left to a majestic sheet of silver among rocky shores hung with dark pines, hemlocks, and spruces | |
| Harriet Beacher Stowe, Letter from Maine 1852 |
| Spose | |
| Show don' t tell | |
| They' ll never say way to go, they' ll just say go to hell | |
| Never ever let your cranium swole | |
| You' ve got to keep your ego, under control | |
| I know even though you think you got that heroin crack t | |
| Don' t act it, that' s wackness, put in practice | |
| Let your rhymes speak, bragging about a dime piece | |
| Or time piece child please be sensible | |
| ' cause lying' s indefensible | |
| Bull t' s detectable | |
| We all got noses | |
| Even if what you admit is reprehensible | |
| You will be respectable just because you told it | |
| I' ll never say protect your neck | |
| ' cause truthfully I' m more Beck than Inspectah Deck | |
| You' ve got to come original on your etchasketch | |
| Or get shaken up then left next to death | |
| In other words if you wanna be a folk hero | |
| And they' re all selling lemonade, sell Coke Zero | |
| Do something different, when you rap stuff | |
| And hold on, prepare to blast off | |
| But don' t get gassed up like electric cars, or be after last call spitting empty bars | |
| Because anyone who has time to envy ours is probably all talk like NPR | |
| If you burn all your bridges, t is looking destitute | |
| Build tunnels to exit through, don' t think with s | |
| If you want your homey dead, keep him texting you | |
| Keep your friends near, keep your foes right next to you | |
| I' ll tell you what JayZ told me | |
| " Hoes will get you sidetracked then clapped from close feet" | |
| Distracted from tasks by ass i know it' s tight | |
| But you could lose money, time, even your life | |
| Plus es are crazy...... moving on | |
| I hate political rappers more than i do Lebron | |
| I' ve been a Celtics fan for super long | |
| So keep Chechnya rebels out of your stupid songs | |
| Go be a columnist, go be a novelist | |
| Like a rap a song is a solution to all of it | |
| Yeah Obama' s heard of Common but I doubt Michelle Bachmann has got Pac in her Walkman | |
| It' s Sarah McLachlan | |
| Sarah McLachlan | |
| Sarah McLachlan | |
| It' s Paula Cole and Sarah McLachlan | |
| It' s Edwin McCain and Sarah McLachlan | |
| It' s Joan O ourne and Sarah McLachlan | |
| It' s Joan O ourne and Sarah McLachlan | |
| Sarah McLachlan | |
| It' s Paula Cole and Sarah McLachlan | |
| spoken, with echoes | |
| The sea living, beautiful and life giving, seems as you ride to be everywhere about you | |
| Behind, before, around | |
| Now it rises like a lake, gemmed with islands and embosomed with rich swells of woodlands, now you catch a peep of it with your right hand among tufts of oak and maple, and along it spreads on your left to a majestic sheet of silver among rocky shores hung with dark pines, hemlocks, and spruces | |
| Harriet Beacher Stowe, Letter from Maine 1852 |
| Spose | |
| Show don' t tell | |
| They' ll never say way to go, they' ll just say go to hell | |
| Never ever let your cranium swole | |
| You' ve got to keep your ego, under control | |
| I know even though you think you got that heroin crack t | |
| Don' t act it, that' s wackness, put in practice | |
| Let your rhymes speak, bragging about a dime piece | |
| Or time piece child please be sensible | |
| ' cause lying' s indefensible | |
| Bull t' s detectable | |
| We all got noses | |
| Even if what you admit is reprehensible | |
| You will be respectable just because you told it | |
| I' ll never say protect your neck | |
| ' cause truthfully I' m more Beck than Inspectah Deck | |
| You' ve got to come original on your etchasketch | |
| Or get shaken up then left next to death | |
| In other words if you wanna be a folk hero | |
| And they' re all selling lemonade, sell Coke Zero | |
| Do something different, when you rap stuff | |
| And hold on, prepare to blast off | |
| But don' t get gassed up like electric cars, or be after last call spitting empty bars | |
| Because anyone who has time to envy ours is probably all talk like NPR | |
| If you burn all your bridges, t is looking destitute | |
| Build tunnels to exit through, don' t think with s | |
| If you want your homey dead, keep him texting you | |
| Keep your friends near, keep your foes right next to you | |
| I' ll tell you what JayZ told me | |
| " Hoes will get you sidetracked then clapped from close feet" | |
| Distracted from tasks by ass i know it' s tight | |
| But you could lose money, time, even your life | |
| Plus es are crazy...... moving on | |
| I hate political rappers more than i do Lebron | |
| I' ve been a Celtics fan for super long | |
| So keep Chechnya rebels out of your stupid songs | |
| Go be a columnist, go be a novelist | |
| Like a rap a song is a solution to all of it | |
| Yeah Obama' s heard of Common but I doubt Michelle Bachmann has got Pac in her Walkman | |
| It' s Sarah McLachlan | |
| Sarah McLachlan | |
| Sarah McLachlan | |
| It' s Paula Cole and Sarah McLachlan | |
| It' s Edwin McCain and Sarah McLachlan | |
| It' s Joan O ourne and Sarah McLachlan | |
| It' s Joan O ourne and Sarah McLachlan | |
| Sarah McLachlan | |
| It' s Paula Cole and Sarah McLachlan | |
| spoken, with echoes | |
| The sea living, beautiful and life giving, seems as you ride to be everywhere about you | |
| Behind, before, around | |
| Now it rises like a lake, gemmed with islands and embosomed with rich swells of woodlands, now you catch a peep of it with your right hand among tufts of oak and maple, and along it spreads on your left to a majestic sheet of silver among rocky shores hung with dark pines, hemlocks, and spruces | |
| Harriet Beacher Stowe, Letter from Maine 1852 |
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