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CANT
04:18
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My apologies, can’t sing the same old song.
I ain’t a saint no more, nope, my halo’s gone.
Can’t blame the globe, when I’ve got no restrictions.
I know I can’t cope with facing my own addictions.
I’m what you call an alcoholic and sinner.
swigging on poison ’til my body gets thinner.
The curse gets worse, I always get sicker
the devil keeps handing me that bottle of liquor.
I keep giving in to his dirty temptation.
I sip a whisky, feel a burning sensation.
One becomes two, two becomes four and four eight.
Now I see double and can’t walk straight.
I can’t Walk Straight…
One becomes two, two becomes four and four eight.
Now I see double and can’t walk straight…
and can‘t walk straight…
Yo, I’m destined to have a short life-span
I’ve tried to sleep at night, but I can’t !
Can of cold Heineken grasped tightly in my right hand,
though my blood stream probably reads nine grams.
Man, I could get jumped, staggering frolic,
Y’all could ask for my wallet, smack me, stab me and rob it.
I fall asleep on the streets like a sad alcoholic,
And wake up in a piss-puddle, surrounded by vomit.
What the fuck happened yesterday? I cannot recall it !
I’m a sinner…
Yeah, I’m a Sinner…
I can’t Walk Straight…
One becomes two, two becomes four and four eight.
Now I see double and can’t walk straight…
and can‘t walk straight…
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LIAR
04:21
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WE
04:32
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FLOWER
03:53
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I stand alone,
I float in the breeze
Just minding my own
Let karma play his game,
Let him play his game.
The world’s a forest, life’s chorus is sung by the flourist.
Dawn is like a flawless white Lila that lies before us.
Light shines apon us, feel the forces of nature
and open up to a new day… pause for your maker.
You’ll stand through the rain, learn life from every shower,
grow tall and defy the sun like the sun flower.
Your innocence is a mighty, young power
but somehow time will make your mind become sour.
Purple passion goes straight to the head,
You’ll fall in love, plant seeds, pray the roses stay red.
Lets hope your petals don’t fade as time goes on,
Fore your heart will be torn apart by it’s own thorns.
Don’t let failure capture your seed, naturally,
and make sure he ain’t hang with the weak patches of weed.
Life will drive you crazy, you’ll question it, feel desperate,
like a crying daisy with no petals left to pick…
I stand alone,
I float in the breeze
Just minding my own
Let karma play his game,
Let him play his game.
I’m serene, I stand alone,
I float in the breeze
Just minding my own
Let karma play his game,
Let him play his game.
I’ma keep on the low ‘cause I believe in karma.
Evil carnivore plants reap what they sow but only see drama.
Treachery can hurt a fellow, turn his petals
from purple/reds into many disturbing yellows.
When you’re tired, time to dwell of peace and feel mellow,
retire like isolated poppies in a secret meadow.
Ready to sleep and settle, you’ve passed your prime.
Your soul drifts afar like lillies beyond time.
Watched over by the chrysanthemum, that’s the end.
Your stem returns to the earth you were once planted in.
The pattern then repeats itself, indeed,
And your seed will dwell on through your seed’s seed.
I stand alone,
I float in the breeze
Just minding my own
Let karma play his game,
Let him play his game.
I’m serene, I stand alone,
I float in the breeze
Just minding my own
Let karma play his game,
Let him play his game.
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5. |
FURY
04:18
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Today you can say that you’ve made a great song
when a bunch of youngens can’t hum along.
Today you can say that your song’s straight bomb
when radios don’t play it all day long.
And I’m proud that we don’t make hits.
We rock shows but we’re not so famous.
Radio stations won’t rotate this,
won’t play « different » discs ’cause they don’t take risks.
Okay, but we won’t won’t change shit.
I won’t rince my mouth out with colgate bitch, I’m filthy…
And you won’t find a clean version for this !
I’m just too dirty for you. So get your kids out the room.
I’m just too filthy for y‘all. These words are like a toxic fume.
So many bad words my pen has leaked.
Parents shreek, hack your mac and press delete.
But their seeds are impressed by me,
and they repeat these cusswords like parakeets.
I couldn’t give a fuck what I put in their heads.
You say I shoulda been careful but I couldn’t care less,
This is rareness, rawness, a pure mess.
I despise sensitive fools, you’re cureless.
And I’m the dirtiest thing in sight.
Matter fact, lets step outside and have a fucking mud fight !
And you won’t find a clean version for this !
Please, ladies and gentlemen.
Shut the fuck up and let me spit my poems for ya.
Shit, Bitch, Fuck, Dick.
Now you can censor that out for me… Please.
My skull is too dense to penetrate,
so you attempt to take my pen away.
My poems are poison for the mind,
lexical fields, filled with landmines.
Boom… Spontaneous like combustion.
You asses suck like liposuction.
I have a rhyme locked away in my lair,
That would cause aids to your stereo player.
One verse and cause a revolution.
My opressers would call it « pollution »
My poetry damages.
My thoughts cross forbidden barriers.
Me? I’ll tie a mainstream Nazi to a seat
And play him a Kurt Schwitters sonnet on repeat.
On and on and on
My fucking song is 28 years strong and
you complain 5 minutes is too long.
My sonnet goes on,
And on and on and on and on and on !
Hook x2
I’m just too dirty for you.
So get your kids out the room.
I’m just too filthy for y‘all.
These words are like a toxic fume.
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