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"Nothing at last is sacred. Oh how the great have fallen What have I done to myself? It's been way too long!" |
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We need to reacquaint. |
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Things are different now, |
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I ain't the same man |
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I was Hi, how are you doing? |
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I'm new and improved with even less to lose |
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A collector's edition version of a virgin drink ordering cocktail teller |
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Gone way wrong...to the point of no rerun |
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Over the edge and burned out before |
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I even got my shine |
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Holding my head in pure doubt |
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Out of insight. |
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Out of mindful things to shout or rhyme about |
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Yeah, I know |
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I was supposed to change the world and all |
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But it looks like the world got to me first |
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If you can't beat em, join 'em.. |
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Then hurt the team by beating yourself |
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I'm different...in a different way |
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The only thing that stays the same is change |
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While people claim their states, |
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I state my claims |
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Sage Francis made a name for himself |
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For the record my mother calls me |
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Paul Which was my father's middle name, but |
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Ray Stepped in and raised me |
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It's crazy, but this is a game |
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I play called "Shut the fuck uuuuuuup!" |
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Don't bother calling me at all because |
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I'm not answering |
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Is that a voice-mail-bomb-threat or a broken promise |
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I'm mishandling? |
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Gambling away my money issues, somebody owes me big bucks |
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My career depends on explosive vacuums sucking me in and blowing me up |
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Poetry struck a nerve in the listenership |
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Spoken word then got 'em all interested |
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Now I don't have to serve ice cream to little kids |
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I serve emcees who think they're rippin' it |
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And poets who think they're somehow significant |
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Meanwhile both are loud and ignorant |
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And don't know how to speak to a crowd in an intimate environment |
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I am different. |
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In a different way |
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The only thing that stays the same is change |
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While people claim their states, |
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I state my claims |
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I'm a quiet natured player who outwardly hates the game |
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I shake what |
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I got, which is a jingly pocket |
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I do my mini-market research and make noise for myself when |
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I walk quick |
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I talk with authority while |
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I question it |
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When I ask, "Who am I?" |
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I'm left guessing |
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But if you're a poor man's version of |
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ANYTHING It is your self-perception |
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Growing up in a microscopic town prepared me well for this petrii dish |
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Where talk is invisible to the eye and they hate the guy they're speaking with |
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I'm a real vegetarian: |
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No chicken...not even fish |
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I'm a real underground rapper |
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My tape quality sucks, my records are warped and my |
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CD skips Lady |
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Luck is a greedy bitch with itchy palms and a case of the gimmes |
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I've got an outtie if she's got an inny, |
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I'll clean her pipes and then sweep her chimney |
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The beat that's in me is polyrhythmic. |
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You're only 60 heart beats per minute |
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A human second-hand-me-down-to-earth-guy who will thriftshop-lift his hiphop |
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I may be getting too big for my britches but |
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I paid my dues when the cost was climbing |
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If I burn too many bridges |
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I'll never get off of this awful island |
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As long as |
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I've been rhyming, they only started listening |
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Because for a while they didn't like how |
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I wouldn't smoke the pot that |
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I was pissin' in |
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Plus I had no dead homies to honor while pouring out the liquor |
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I don't drink |
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You can flash your shiny objects in front of my eyes and |
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I won't blink |
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I'm motherfucking different. |
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Oooohhhh yyyeeeaaahhhh.. |
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I'm motherfucking different. |
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Oooohhhh yyyeeeaaahhhh.. |
