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I made this instrumental
before I added drums to it for part 3. I'm playing
a cymbal in the background, I'm, like, dragging
this pen across this cymbal. The train sounds are
from the trains in italy, throwing the homage to
Miriam. I tip my cap, good lady.
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metropolis obvious approximate
opposite conjugate composite corrupt sonnet calming
comets metric awnings yawning moment comments spawning
tetris tauntric sickle greco head dress infect rectify
echo regress reason egress resting season seeming
nearing fearing compel weary dreaming dreary eerie
drinking thinking bleary clearly
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tan Tims sand and stars phantom
king pin badge and blazing and scarred in unmarked
government cars let 'em know strip the telephone
pole for dough hold up you chose not to show up
so what I'll split a dutch and fuck you up son it's
much too much plus the way we rip shit is much to
rough
my thoughts transcend the average
rhyme savage central nervous system damage plug
in the tracks intravenously via metropolis no chance
of stopping this when pens fly watch reality dip
and fade from conscious sight spinal tap the galaxy
on fun crushed mics my iron wind pipe strikes I
topple empires set up digital control spires lets
take a journey my souls higher you quickly expire
storm pour showers miles stream
for hours shield window powers rival curve goes
wind blown swerves care to catch control second
tailspin hailing the one reckoned veneration caught
cursing crossing the oncoming median sailing into
the railing mumbling last words reverting to baby
splinter to infinity hope fades like the spectrum
of memories strobe rays the last spark departing
energy
versatile like adjustable clippers
I'm showing a loss of fatness on MC's like before
and after pictures you mediocre imagine Mose III
in the party sober that'll be the same day Stedman
walks down the isle with Operah I got a chip on
both shoulders and heart in every rhyme fake niggas
want to play the roll but keep forgetting there
lines
time bomb 10 seconds 9 cent
rhymes with proximity land mines 8 rain rape through
wack tapes beats crews cause a quake to the top
half of the earths latitude 7 ain't blessing unless
you testing the mic rain cause arrest of the cardiac
type time ticks down to 6 9 clicks and rounds spit
clowns hit astound vics down shit like gin corona
weed aroma I need a moment to twist a line 5 lines
away writing rhymes backing up 5 pounds of hay 4
seconds ain't sure stepping more like stomping with
the big dogs chilling with Pam and Martin plans
are arson causing chaos like the Klan in Compton
the clock ain't stopping so keep watching me down
to 3-2-1 ignite the fuse self destruction boom
mental convalesce essence presence
in sentence entice tense penance perchance answer
remnance past lasting semblance balance faster resemble
disassemble embezzled bedeviled level forever sever
several and revel unravel average and savage agree
pathetic degree aesthetics
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I had to trick people
to get everyone to rhyme on this. I would tell people
they would only get 8-10 bars, around 26 seconds,
and they weren't allowed to hear the other verses.
All in all this song took a few months to round
every one up and ended up being the last song finished
and one of the first one started.
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wind swirl past fast overflow
of static static cracker through the last mast automatic
syncratic half of us are dead dead half of us are
drowned drowned half of us went crazy when the first
ship went down now there's nothing left but there's
time to carry me sand grain silent stones weather
to batter me truth be told none of this matters
to me story unfolds and there's nowhere I'd rather
be
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