sometimes the way we look at life can be too serious
cuz were dancing by the bare moonlight
i wake up in the morning and i feel delerious
cuz of something i did last night
but then a angel came on to me
she said that life is more than we see
you've gotta be the change that you pleed
so dont die, just try...

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were just some fools with the lights on
hoping your coming soon
and turn it up a note
im gonna play it cool till the nights over
when are you comin back
to save this heart of mine yeah

time to take it slow
black ice, white snow
what is the truth cuz we dont really know
if so then life is a mystery
this could be the end of all history
but wait the sun still rises in the east
and the world still spins 360 degrees on its axis
this isnt the galactic practice
rhymin, proves theres no beginning or ending of timing
and its been a long call
rise like the sun get your back off the wall
people in the party in the light games show
once again be dummin down the g's off the globe
once a definition of this thing called black
i had a preminition 17 way back
that black is the colour of the universe from once we came
i wonder if my souls on ice again...

Chorus
were just some fools with the lights on
hoping your coming soon
and turn it up a note
im gonna play it cool till the nights over
when are you comin back
to save this heart of mine yeah

Enough of all that, let's switch up the format,
And talk some more trash, I'm getting bored fast
Ain't gonna talk gats, just hand-to-hand combat,
Man-to-man full contact, on the floor mat,
Your weak blows are all deflectable,
I'll go toe-to-toe with you, at your own dojo,
Want none of you bozos at my show,
with some silly hoe shakin' her ass up in my video
I didn't kick flows in the cold until my lips froze,
So folk can always tell me how my shit goes
I grab a pencil like it's a pistol
But this way it isn't problem if it hits you

Chorus:
You won't see what you want from me,
So don't come to me with "what's it all mean?" cause'
It don't mean a thing
Your lies is all I despise,
Been fightin' guys like you all my life and
They don't mean a thing.

My best shit ain't even on my set list,
Cus half the listeners can't even get this,
So what! you sold records, you ain't respected,
It went too far and tried too hard to be accepted,
This can never be a thing of jealousy,
Just don't be tellin' me to check the melody,
I got the better beats, got the better rhymes,
I made sure I bettered mine ahead of time
So what's up kid? Your big head's been busted,
Don't get disgusted, I'm just servin' justice.

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So don't attempt, to beg for my pardon,
Cause' I'll keep talkin' til' my arteries harden,
I've takin' losses, told off some bosses,
Sick of all them jobs that all make me nauseous,
It ain't worth it, workin' for your purpose,
For cash I'm hurtin', future's uncertain,
So I keep searching, livin' and learnin',
Earnest to earn everything I'm deservin'
If I can't be on the stage with my band jammin',
I'll be standin' on the street corner panhandlin'!

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