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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. ------------------------------------------------- "A fine collection of bad dubs. I'm just glad it exists." -EPL
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Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop
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Peak #1,142
Peak in subgenre #105
Author
Mastabeta aka E.Lugo
Rights
1999 Zombiehead/Goodrobot
Uploaded
May 12, 2003
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MP3 4.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
"Every man for himself" It's the lesson I learned... Take what you can't earn as the world starts to turn... I deserve to be free, but I seem to be cuffed... as if my life wasn't tough enough... The strain is gettin' rough, plus those I trust left me in the dust... I pray: May their gold fronts start to rust. Let's discuss similarities of friends and foes... Both envious when you start to grow... Kill the noise...better yet, kill off your boys... The void... step in, c'mon get destroyed... My brain reacts after herbal contact... No contract though I'm far from being wack... Don't drive an "Ac" Don't own a duplex Who's next to get wiped off my guestlist? May the devil come sippin' redrum... make a liar bite his own tongue... Don't own a gun... "Empire Strikes Back" type of action... No distraction when it's time for payback... Thise not involved stay back Play back...my track when it's done... You'll never find anyone to shine like the diamond son **You don't know what it is to be me... Livin' inside your miricles and fantasies... What I be is REALITY... You can not touch me...capital E/U.S.C.** Everyday of my life, you know the story don't change... Stress brings a mess that I can't rearrange... Hit directly in the heart by a poisonous dart... Had no time to get smart... Girl played me like a part in a movie... Hollywood hoochie rockin' Gucci... Got a cigarette? I can't afford to buy a loosey... I lost my jobs due to slobs that were stickin' their nose... I didn't know when I picked friends, I also chose foes? Nobody knows how it happens,laughin', instead of cryin' so I've gotta keep tryin'and step with pep when I present my rep, but the abstract fact's that I've got no time left... ...for happiness to intrude on this sinister boy... You say "peace god" I say "destroy" I'm annoyed and my state of mind's makin' me blind...The kind side of my mind resigned... now it's time to line up my enemies and fake friends of me... and get their best friends to write up their eulogy. ** ** I scream out the word "fuck!"... Declare that "life sucks"... it swang, I didn't duck, now I'm stuck for bucks... These days, my lifes forcast is: ALL RAIN... Alcohol from the grain takes away all my pain... 9 to 5 strain is takin' its toll... looks like the devil's got a lock on my soul... It's hard to break free when your wrists are tied... Calloused on my hands where the skin is dried... I'm runnin' out of time... MY LIFE IS ON THE LINE Acid compounds are breakin' down in my spine... Everything is crazed...the future looks bleak... I try to make a change with the words that I speak... I seek to find...the answer to the riddle... RATHER DIE IN THE FRONT, THEN PERISH IN THE MIDDLE Gotta get paid... Gotta find love... gotta get tough when push comes to shove... Gotta rise up like a phoenix from the flames... God forbid I fail, I'm the only one to blame... and when I die...I hope y'all remember me... when FLIP reads my big eulogy...
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