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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #15,434
Peak in subgenre #1,273
Author
Alexander Jung
Uploaded
November 16, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.2 MB • 128 kbps • 4:35
Lyrics
Do we live like God indented for us?
Sweat from the porus shows us
Our past, present but never our future
A sore loser now you want to play like an amuser
An amusement Hooper
An amusement park cruiser
Ain't that a joke?
Choke on your own throat
Slave to my rhyme book now like a frog you croak
Slope my moats so to enter you need a boat
To stay afloat on you own invisible cloak
Hope that with me you suffocate with your own rope
No wizard rap
I laugh when I look at ya oversized baseball caps
Thinking of that makes me nap
Sleep, sleep, sleep for the restless
You guess this
A warrior zone for the masses
Like an underground 101 classes
101 feet is the depth or my rap caskets
I masks its with the grasses
I hope the world passes
But hopefully not as fast as Jesus passes
Last but not least I have to send out my shoutouts
Far as can be like lighthouse
light reaches daylight before the new gloom
Soon hits the corner, known as the end of the room
Goes too fast damn, its already that new moon
Sharp like a harpoon
Kills like a raccoon
Middle of the road straight Loony to the tune
IM THE 12TH DISCIPLE LIKE 12 IS TO THE NOON
Like 12 is to December
Remember the times like Surrender of the Alamo
Gender of the happy home
Members of the mind dome
Yo Arigato Mr. Roboto
I paid my dues now give me my Lotto
Ticket, before you rip it
Let me ship it
Back to Tokyo where mighty pros go flip it
Yo it’s Aero- K speaking the truth
True as MJ shooting the hoops
Like a hook shot or a fadaway
Sway the crowd like Penny Hardaway
Just a song away
Hey! Who cut my cord now?
Cowboy style there’s gonna be a showdown
A throw down
Talk a little fast just to slow the beat down
Feel the heat as you rise to the sun
As the sun rises, you know my rhymes just begun
No fun man
Shoot me with that gun man
Bounce off my chest like Superman
Wit a tan rubber band
I’m a Tongue twister
Exercise to eat quicker
Transformer like a shape shifter
Mr. And Mrs. How are you doing
Look at all the kids that I’m influencing
Flexing my right hand
Testing my MIC hand
Blessing my hype man
Good Gripes Man!!
This ain’t the 80’s
Bite me and ya get the rabies
Not saying I have it,
But I’m contagious to the babies
The Hip-hop kids
I’m like a Hip-hop lid
Exploding music that never hid
(HOOK)
Moonlight, moonlight I hope to see you tonight
Eclipse my face giving me the ability to write
Space intelligence I want to know
So back here, we can all grow
Show me the right ways
Nowadays everybody play like they on stage
Rage comes from this
I wish life is blissfully bliss
Trying to write for the kids
Trying to make the Spoke star live
(CHORUS)
Dreams I see as a fantasy
Wanna go, but there’s no road in front of me
I’m, face to face with opportunities
Guess my bless cus it is my destiny
Yo! I’m in the city, the city, the city of lights
LA fitted shadows over the nights
The cities where you’re rights are read
Red and blue lights give life to the dead
Like Zombies with NO heads
No brain, No mind, No heart
Why run a marathon if we run right back to where we start?
Shopping karts are jacked from your local K-mart
Packed with cans and bottles from your local K-mart
Damn! Who am I? Who are you? And who are we?
People who look but hate to see
Reality; It’s in front of us
People who take the bus when cars are a must
We tend to lust for this
Bleeding through my body
What IS THIS FLUID
Feel it through my pipes like sewage
Like Jewish immigrants to ya Area
RED Men gave hysteria
Yellow men made America
A little scary huh?
Yo don’t worry Its MR. Miagi straight karate
Wanna see this money like a Gotti out for the whole Somali
Martyr to the Lotti down the potty
Pump, pump it up like a shottie
Aim for the brain like a troop in the Saudi
Aim for the body
My troops in the coup while yours in the Audi
Sayin’ “that’s the new style”
Got that from Umali homie! Hell ya took a while
Hostages in the back acting ho
