作曲 : Francis Sun set and sun rise I'm my own personal light show Flipping switches...moving from basin bottoms to plateaus The Earth...manipulates itself beneath me I stand still...stagnate. Can't kill...this lagged state Life...manipulates itself around me, but I'm dead still Upright...but dead still Word is still born... I will not stoop to the level of the stoop that y'all chill on If the building's boarded up and the children of the corn -er Liquor Store don't want to kick it no more... because holes have filled the wall, sneakers are scuffed & toes have become sore I saw y'all walk from the hood of tough luck Yeah, if these walls could talk they wouldn't shut the **** up Jump in your pick up truck. Drive from the mountain range Cash the chips in on your shoulder, cut your losses, die young, count the change How strange...you think these clouds look lovely? Smoke signals...manipulate themselves above me No symbols...are below me enough to overlook I know you read my every move, I wrote the book Mind not the blemishes that are on my premise. Endlessness is my "to be continued..." Notice the nervousness in my footnotes when being interviewed Shaking uncontrollably. "How you doing?" "Not bad...how about you?" Brought it right back to me like "What've you been up to?" I don't talk to freaks. I even ignore my neighbors who live down the stairs I walk the streets. And they don't know that I'm famous in 2000 years So I say *******t loud in their ears and I spit a wretched verse in their face... Disrespecting their personal space In a split second, curtains and drapes get closed They think they've shut me out, but I can see their ugly mouth in the shape of "O"s I'd break their windows with a stone that has a note attatched that says "I hate Jim Crow, and here's a poem to let you know the haps:" "I've got a golden axe and I chop cherry trees down Dead to this world. Bury me now." I am from a distant place that sits and waits for my belated time to come but its too late I've missed my fate. I "F" with the deaf, blind and dumb My father taught me one thing...how to fire a gun I don't bother...this is survival for fun I have become the most sinister sin city slicker ************* cynical dim witted trixter critical *******t grinning hipster Whisper...to my earhole...tell me not to be fearful Be careful not to make any...sudden...movements Show me your sole... I like to study shoe prints You've stepped to me before! I can recognize them stubby toes! I left them guys with bloody clothes. For a second time...nobody knows The pain I've seen. Nobody knows the pain I've seen Nobody knows why I've got a bloody nose or how they made it bleed Chorus: Climb trees...go out on a limb To find me...forget about him Forget about hymns...what are those psalms that you sing What are those songs that are in your head echoing... I am not here to make a change. I break chains I break dance moves and move Strange-- Strange Famous is infamous for inflammatory mission statements Living in ba*****ts with subterranean secret service agents With little patience. A pediatrician who hate kids Women's lib is getting choked to death by their own baby bibs Baby, did you know I love women who hate mankind? I talk about it all the damn time....keep it comin' HUH!!! "IIIIIIIII HHHHAAAAAAAATE MEEEEEEEENNNNN" Yeah** This conversation is mine. I own all the stock in boring small talk, And I've trade marked this facial expression called the "gawk." So **** off. I dis functions souped by ninjas and hockey fights
All them *****es want me tonight... I've been so great and respectful They only get salty when I bend them into the shape of a pretzel I make them flexible when I break their schedule. It only got hard... When I asked 'em politely not to fight me and to give a .. God Damn...this is easier than I thought it would be They'll attend any party and not fight it as long as they're invited cordially Unfortunately, I've only got so many hundred openings But talk to me, I want to take you all under my broken wings Who's the right man for the job?! Put up your hands y'all because I'm not tall enough to stand up to God Who's the right woman?! Throw up one hand...and wave it now
作曲 : Francis Sun set and sun rise I'm my own personal light show Flipping switches...moving from basin bottoms to plateaus The Earth...manipulates itself beneath me I stand still...stagnate. Can't kill...this lagged state Life...manipulates itself around me, but I'm dead still Upright...but dead still Word is still born... I will not stoop to the level of the stoop that y'all chill on If the building's boarded up and the children of the corn -er Liquor Store don't want to kick it no more... because holes have filled the wall, sneakers are scuffed & toes have become sore I saw y'all walk from the hood of tough luck Yeah, if these walls could talk they wouldn't shut the **** up Jump in your pick up truck. Drive from the mountain range Cash the chips in on your shoulder, cut your losses, die young, count the change How strange...you think these clouds look lovely? Smoke signals...manipulate themselves above me No symbols...are below me enough to overlook I know you read my every move, I wrote the book Mind not the blemishes that are on my premise. Endlessness is my "to be continued..." Notice the nervousness in my footnotes when being interviewed Shaking uncontrollably. "How you doing?" "Not bad...how about you?" Brought it right back to me like "What've you been up to?" I don't talk to freaks. I even ignore my neighbors who live down the stairs I walk the streets. And they don't know that I'm famous in 2000 years So I say *******t loud in their ears and I spit a wretched verse in their face... Disrespecting their personal space In a split second, curtains and drapes get closed They think they've shut me out, but I can see their ugly mouth in the shape of "O"s I'd break their windows with a stone that has a note attatched that says "I hate Jim Crow, and here's a poem to let you know the haps:" "I've got a golden axe and I chop cherry trees down Dead to this world. Bury me now." I am from a distant place that sits and waits for my belated time to come but its too late I've missed my fate. I "F" with the deaf, blind and dumb My father taught me one thing...how to fire a gun I don't bother...this is survival for fun I have become the most sinister sin city slicker ************* cynical dim witted trixter critical *******t grinning hipster Whisper...to my earhole...tell me not to be fearful Be careful not to make any...sudden...movements Show me your sole... I like to study shoe prints You've stepped to me before! I can recognize them stubby toes! I left them guys with bloody clothes. For a second time...nobody knows The pain I've seen. Nobody knows the pain I've seen Nobody knows why I've got a bloody nose or how they made it bleed Chorus: Climb trees...go out on a limb To find me...forget about him Forget about hymns...what are those psalms that you sing What are those songs that are in your head echoing... I am not here to make a change. I break chains I break dance moves and move Strange-- Strange Famous is infamous for inflammatory mission statements Living in ba*****ts with subterranean secret service agents With little patience. A pediatrician who hate kids Women's lib is getting choked to death by their own baby bibs Baby, did you know I love women who hate mankind? I talk about it all the damn time....keep it comin' HUH!!! "IIIIIIIII HHHHAAAAAAAATE MEEEEEEEENNNNN" Yeah** This conversation is mine. I own all the stock in boring small talk, And I've trade marked this facial expression called the "gawk." So **** off. I dis functions souped by ninjas and hockey fights
All them *****es want me tonight... I've been so great and respectful They only get salty when I bend them into the shape of a pretzel I make them flexible when I break their schedule. It only got hard... When I asked 'em politely not to fight me and to give a .. God Damn...this is easier than I thought it would be They'll attend any party and not fight it as long as they're invited cordially Unfortunately, I've only got so many hundred openings But talk to me, I want to take you all under my broken wings Who's the right man for the job?! Put up your hands y'all because I'm not tall enough to stand up to God Who's the right woman?! Throw up one hand...and wave it now
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