Upbeat oriental-feeling LeggoELAND production. LeggoE on the mic semi-autobiographically. Contains samples from Hudson & Landry's "The Hippie & The Redneck" and additional banter by J. Gurule.
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One-half of the crew "Fil.a.ment", Leggoe scribbles and dribbles verses of liberty and mixes sound signals like circuitry for the Live shows with his partner in rhyme, Scratch Apostle.
Current acting CEO of LeggoELAND Productions.
Story behind the song
Another culmination of "lego's", pieced together right before a 'Power-Lunch' Live show with Scratch Apostle. Originally titled "Free Noogie's".
Lyrics
~~~ Verse 1 ~~~
It was a long haired hippie, trippy,
Slipping smooth lyrical flow and all the while gripping-
A black mic speckling and freckling faces like
Longstocking with a first name {-Pippie-}
Mr. Scottie 33 from tha illy
For rilly rippin’ the mic and wreckin’ it till it’s silly-
Technically causin’ static automatic
Pausin’ to Selah from Pacific to Atlantic
So I try to hold control of what I know and of my mind
I rhyme only of what I know
And show a shining example of
Hip-hop and ?______? like a toothpick in a sample
So the inevitable flow of life
Continues to roll-over tha bedrocks like pike-
Why cry and ask why?
Red dots hit the target when ‘Thank You’s’ to Jesu for showin’ me life
Livewire like the summer 2003
Hyper cipher desires yo Mom, dun grounded me
It sounded neat, never adolescent got me stressin’
Can’t wait to be grown-up, can’t wait to be 23
from sea to blue sea
EP to LP
You’ll see the truth free from A, B, to Dulce
Corner 4 covered D-sipeling
Recycle the light inside see lights full free...
~~~ CHORUS (2X) ~~~
Blessing, nursing, stressing, rehersing
Nothing without investing, reimbursing
Nothing without a blessing, fresh like New Jersey
Reversing perverse bursts of anger and cursings
~~~ Verse 2 ~~~
In one hand I got the mic to which I transfer heat
From the palm like Sunday. Like seconds on the toilet seat
And on the other hand a two-piece band
Tables that turn and a principality to defeat
You ever notice…how the paper dents
When you press down on the head of the pen and stress pressure?
I wrote this…with a hundred percent
Nothing lesser to impress like crest to spit fresher.
It be best to measure your sock dresser
With a padlock-ed sock-ed lock tester
Cuz I’m pullin a feat never before seen-
Like the east coast with a Best Western
Sooo, this is how we do, what we do
When we do what we do, and we do it so dang smooth…
Got ya thinking it was fluid
All the jaws droppin’ gravity callin’
Wishin’ you could chew on this solid
State or matter, it doesn’t matter how I state
This rap, yo it’s bound to flatter
Your mind state
And as a matter-of-fact your mind’s state aint the only place on the map
~~~ CHORUS (2X) ~~~
So that’s why we’re here and live
Alive (and well) for this time to spice up your life like a chive
And at the same time shine like fine threads
To lead heads to eternally arrive
Minds touch mechanical like Midas
I must, rhyme more or Les like Primus
More OR Les shiny like diamonds...I guess
you never find us rhyming negative like minus
* Wrotten, delivered, produced, mixed, licked, sealed and cancelled by J. Covert
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