Lyrics:
This is just the preamble, the warm up, the intro, the spit from the get-go
The warm up, the intro, the spit from the get-go
This is just
The procrastinator
It's far too easy to hide behind
Abundant distractions and
Coyly whittle away at the hours
With hollow preamble these days
The procrastinator
It's far too easy to hide behind
Abundant distractions and
Coyly whittle away at the hours
With hollow preamble these days
Preamble to a dying
Today is a darker day
Today is a darker way
When the sun burns out
And the light's cold giving
Come to turn you out...
Come to turn you
need preamble
The way you work is so humane
Oh girl you burn just like propane
I do you things that you can handle
Oh girl you fine no need preamble
So you arrive with all your paraphernalia
You levitated instead of holding on
No preamble
I need it to rain, talking about my flowers
I need it
and fighting constant battles
Blessed and free of shackles
So let this be your preamble
Let this be your preamble
I'm fated to, fated to, fated to, fated to,
the town
Preambles around the town
Then stops on a crowded street
'n beats his feet till his feet is beat
Watch him go! - and he can -
Like a real-
A Gamble?
Are You Ready To Walk On The Edge Of The Knife?
Then I Think We Can Skip The Preamble.
I Wait, I Wait, I Can Wait. I Can't Wait Back In
another round
The lucky go the distance
The losers go to ground
From birth to death we gamble
The lots are daily cast
No warning or preamble
Which one will
technique, to the
Finger cymbal it'self, as a prelude
A preamble to some sort of fantastic
Keyboard solo that he's going to
Invent for you right here
novel
Without an opening line
I'm a preamble and a middle
The story's hard to find
Hanging on for dear life
Just beyond control
When
Too late for anymore questions
The preamble is done, the overture's ended
The drawbridge is up, cat's out of the bag
And looking for a sofa to scratch
a revolutionary battle rap for a different battle
Dismantling the shackles written on the preamble
Hijack these a-holes on the radio switch to another channel
Carrera with a gearing problem
Yellow daisies stuck into the steering column
A particular malaise, sky leaking
And so goes the preamble to the weekend
match the preamble
I spit chicken soup for the soul
Like I’m some Campbell’s
Gettin cut on 43rd
At the millennium
Sellin all these grams
Cop You some I
Baby me i geti many vibe on You yeah o yeah
I fit bring in berry and juice Give me preamble
Body cool body proper yeah
Wanna gimi kiss wanna give
welded to the final rapture
Pieces fit without preamble
Sequence as a contrast, open your eyes
Upstairs the purifiers are subject to the visual
American Carnage; it is all around
And the person who coined it is just a fear-mongering clown
American Carnage; preamble of fools
Now it's actually
weed i'm smoking weed
Mary jane my Novocain please take my pain away
Oh
Slow walk to misery repeating history
Preamble said tranquility and liberty
triggers, the units in dismay
So I count ages closemouthed carry water
Before my time preamble swarthy
Letting my pitch leak, partially black I know
Total
the small talk no need to ramble
I’ll tell what you what to expect like the preamble
Start off with great face, Naomi Campbell
Finish with some ass shots
the gamble
Got you sweating blood just hearing this preamble
What more when you're forlorn 'cause I took your first born
Then stripped you of your gold,
about this shit got no preambles
Knock my shit you fuckin bitch
Imma hit you wit dat scandal
Mothafuckas reptiles lookin like Randal
Talk shit bitch Id
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