Good god there’s a glitch
Someone threw her down the ditch
With the promise of a life she didn’t have to bloody stitch
Two beans to a line just to pay her way on time
She should have the trappings of a life so fine
They’re shooting off the rounds through the dead night
Shells are raining on the souls that pray to god and ask why?
But she don’t wanna fight, for her chance to breathe and be free
To see the sun at first light

And when I see her eyes, I see souls afraid to go home to pray to god and ask why?
But she don’t wanna fight, for her chance to breathe and be free
To see the sun at first light.

I don't know where you wanna go,
But where you go, then I will go with you.

I found a reason it is the season to light this fire

I go the long way i cannot leave it or make you stay

I got a reason you heard the rumours that light my life

and so with respect im always gonna be on your side on your side again

con lets face it im only trying to delight this way

I wouldn't fake it i need your honour to make this day ok

I never lost it i put it there on the leave it side

I never lost it just wanna fly on the meanest ride meanest ride you know

You don't know what life will bring you , you don't know what comes

You found me wasted you look at me like im burden like

I celebrate it theres always time in the morning light sleeping tight again

we couldn't write this you know we never could write thses words write this down my friend
im gonna find it we live eternal in life this time

if you cannot find it i lead you there by the light this time all will shine again

and will my lips get cold
keeping the words untold ?
the only sound around :
a crack of dry leaves on the ground
I always start too late
we only have to wait
and they all lead to somewhere

turning out the lights
I’m looking for a sign
I was so wrong
choose another game
I’m burning in the flame
and it’s too long

another burning house
I saw it in your eyes
we only have to wait
and still the moment has to come
in between sun and shade
don’t leave me burning in the flame
and they all lead to somewhere

turning out the lights
I’m looking for a sign
I was so wrong
choose another game
I’m burning in the flame
and it’s too long
give up for love

and I could burn by self-ignition
why is our love so strange ?
we could be lost by disconnection
why do you want to seem so strong ?

everyone alone
lost in echo
together in a crowded place
now ready for a change
hold your weapon
I wouldn’t get so close to flames
everyone alone
lost in echo
all alone in a crowded place
but now I’m lost and I’ve nothing else to say
but choose the right game

Heard this one whispered through the cracks in the xylophone
Olfactory sensation is of coffee and the styrofoam
As for battle raps and who's the dopest
Learned to take it lightly like my mother's jew neurosis
Prognosis was never be the baron of this rap shit
But you know what they say, let them wear it if the cap fit
Im rocking mine with pride and style it up
Slightly angled to the side, crunk, wilding on the cut
Scratch an accapella like a lottery ticket
Dug some Donald Byrd out the crate, flipped it
Love to make her shake and taste her lipstick
The way she flakes the brisket, it really takes the biscuit
When I rips it, like a Jedi knight with the force in me
Walk the fine line between debauchery and sorcery
Microphone magician, construct an algorithm with precision
Rhyming Wittgensteinian logician on a mission
Wishing upon a star..
Green to the T with the caviar now check the reference
Musical allusions in the sessions
Plus youthful optimism is itself an act of reverence






Dont get no water on the gremlins
Get slaughtered like Lemmings
Make 'em board up the Kremlin
High treason.. down with the regent

I was harassed and fought like Harrison Ford
in that one episode of South Park where he's buried in cock.
Blood gushing from his orifice like sherry or port,
while all of ya'll just watched like an american sport.
Where are your balls? I'm tearing you all
a new jap's eye. Rap fly, that is why i carry the torch.
The chairman of boards; the ferryman of yachts;
the baddest mothafucka that you ever heard, but that ain't your fault.
If you had any idea of the mind focus
that goes into every word that I write on this
peace of paper, you couldn't breathe on the mic, homes.
It's the speech Vader teaching you hitting the right tones with
my ill voice. You couldn't read me a tight poem if
your name was Shakespeare, so retreat or rhyme pwned, bitch!
On the real, you believe it's a light joke, kid?
You better think again and go find a new rhyme opponent.