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It's never too late to waste a little time.
This is mastabeta.
Honest rap. Anybody in a pink jumpsuit need not apply, unless of course you are man enough to wear it without checking with your friends every ten minutes.
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"A fine collection of bad dubs. I'm just glad it exists."
-EPL
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,423
Peak in subgenre #143
Author
Mastabeta aka E.Lugo
Rights
1999 Zombiehead/Goodrobot
Uploaded
March 18, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 5.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
The future's bleak...
and when I opened my eyes this morning, I felt weak
Freaked by the sunshines dawning...at one time fallin' victim to the stresses of the week,
but still stalling for enough time to record what I speak
opened up my eyes to fall back asleep for happiness
the saddest gifts go to good kids who unravel it
a christmas wish gone beserk
it's "certified" muddy murk
182 Turk realness
a high coutesy of Krylon supplys headaches and red eyes...and yet, makes you return like the Jedi's
met guys who were gangsta, but died
...and cried at their first murder
they couldn't hide from the burner
A fight happened but I really "wasn't there"
it wasn't fair how it started, but I really didn't care...
two crazy kids who liked to fight a lot...avoiding strenuous exercise and any sign of a barber shop
If only the sky spoke back...
I'd ask it what I lacked?
and record every word and keep my finger on playback
I react when the rain comes, remember where I came from
a trip to the mirror reveals the "same bum"
a slave to the grind where peace of mind is unobtainable
dramin' of a ghost train...with ink that's sustainable
impervious to even the chemical cleansing of "yard rangers"
who steady stay with danger
I'm no stranger to the lies of any "suit" in any highrise...
one day I'll get that raise... (probably the day I die)
DAMN!
"simply the ambivalence of one mans existence who refused to be replaced by the "new robotic instance"
Hello from the gutters where we ride waterbugs to work...and "mothers" play "the monster"
and their daughters do "the jerk"
you can't blame me for being mad...
it tore away everything I had
After the Vodka splashed the adults danced to "the laughter of goats"
and choked loudly enough to make their kids lose hope
rope was a tool, I was a fool not to use it...
so where the revolution hung...my tongue had abused it
used to the ghosts that played beneath my bed...where they danced to the music that was all in my head
I was left by myself, but instead of cryin' out for help...I was "silent" by the boilers..."my look at how my skin melts!"
I felt the welts of many belts from "bad barganin'"
coverin' my ears, but still I'm hearin' Dad arguin'
all those boogie nights lead to days of desolation
searching for some "middle ground" but it was black between the station
deperation for the kid, lead to "leashes for the homeless"
...maybe this'll stop the noise and destroy my "nightly bonus"
"DO YOU KNOW THIS NASTY WENCH??"
asked a mother to her boy...who was smacked for lack of answers with a weapon masked as a toy
who allows this cowardice??? A child is powerless
in a basement full of "hands", all the clocks remained "hourless"
the pain stings, but what stuck was the sourness
somewhere lies a smile, but all those bruises were surroundin' it
1984...FUCKIN' WHORE....
you can't touch me anymore
just know that cuz you're dead///no longer can you beat my head
You know, my brain is a ghetto where there's whores in stillettos...and yellow police tape and man's raped by fellow inmate...and fates get sealed like an envelope...
"don't drop the soap nigga...don't drop the soap!!"
while every young thug in the city checks his beeper, the skyscrapers watch them all wear the same sneakers
there's believers in "faith healers"...drugs:in your face-dealers...
kids and their basketballs become "crate stealers"
it's frozen, but the bodega stays open
and there's dust in the air so the fiends stay chokin'
we hopin' that the rain comes in "little acid drips"
my city is upset cuz it ain't seen the last of this
disasterous...it's like New York's full of masicists...this civil unrest replaced peace, love, and happiness
it's accurate...the uneducated might laugh at it...the future is ahead, but most choose to stay in back of it...
to those crews full of iced out willies...
playin' in the cut gets you sliced up silly
diced up real
