Lyrics:
retreat into advance"
What Roosevelt sketched out in his
Speech is the knife’s edge
That separates failure from success in
Life that edge is your attitude
Claus
Uncut, acoustic and analog
A lifetime measured in breaths
The face is a mirror that your heart reflects
And when the eyes meet, they directly
were all alone?
I can’t bear to think about that or the fact that you’ll never again be
All in my ear talking, slide into your back pocket while we are
my mind
I grabbed the keys and rosaries
I ain't been happy
In a long time
It ain't been smiles
I made the song cry
Driven by pain
I need a joyride
dor-are-are-are-k!
A double-dork butt rash
There's one in every crew -- do you know who you are?
We know, but we won't tell you
We don't want to hurt your feelings
get the fly
You know I asked your little mind is your prime world dying over
Order in the court, that's what you came to see
The state of hip hop
TO MOVE UP,
BRING YOUR GANG AND REWS UP, WE CAN STAND AND SHOOT UP, BANG THE RUGER
YOURE JUST MONKEYS IN THE HAND OF BUDDHA, STILL THE LAND ABIUSER,
A hold of my devotion to this all grip the sword
Atonement for the boldness I've been roped in by the
Worst of my decisions now I ask for my forgiveness oh
through their windows
Shrapnel passing through their system
Asking why is irrelevant when
It's smart bombs intelligence rat
Zeroes in on your welcome mat
through your block like acoustics (bap-bap-bap)
We don't say shit, we do shit (do shit)
My niggas comin' with the toolkit (toolkit)
Flag red but I stick
those women out of those cages
Before you choose complacency
You ask yourself and I'll ask me
Wwprd, wwprd?
Minds can open in a flash when hit
By art
in line
You, confused, who's who in the zoo it's a sign
I took your straight a student and I gave her a d she that you won't mind
I got a chain my
Georgia with it
Last verse, did you get it? Nah
Never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle
As I'm on my Hollywood shuffle
Eatin' your dollar truffles,
The Terminal Tavern
By David Wilcox
Ah, what a beautiful place.
It is so lush and quiet in these walls.
It's a place where the sound really stands
Do you remember when the door slid open, and the sunlight poured in?
And there was time yet to cover your skin?
Before this lazy race toward greater
on that ice-queen grind
But you’re talkin’ bout New York City in the summertime
So ya might just find a way
To slip into my mind
Maybe
I just wanna be your
outside
In your run and in your crawl
I’ll be singing this beck and call
In your run and in your crawl
I’ll be at your beck and call
Beck and call
La,
station where the road trains reload
Rusted sheet metal walls rise from cracked concrete
Your depth perception dances in the shimmering heat
Old rickety
of a mind bringing
Classics to table unsigned send the night jigging
Ruck if the type shit obliged
Reside dipping
Front of the function B-by bringing a spliff
day and all night
Dwellin South of the Hudson, New Jerusalem
in seclusion, using fake pseudonyms [I'm true bad]
Mind travels like a skitzo on two tabs
you smile,
Never such beauty came to my eyes
Love the way you sing, love less your jeans
But I'm still in love so...
chorus
I'm in love with our little
soared to new heights by
Literally thinking outside the box
You fell into depression 'cause Spider-Man
Ruined all your plots
At Hollywood's beck and call
So in verses I confide
Down beat I abide
I stay balanced in the booth
I stay balanced in my mind
Positivity for crew
Sanctifying all they 9s
You see
feel free to
Let your mind wander there with me
It’s only you I’m thinking of
And I get so high
That I can see you from above
Who am I
Why do I lose
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