キー: Ab major•
Verse 1
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Tomorrow's forecast:flurries
Interlude 1
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Verse 2
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The odd side 'til April
The tapes will grow so we
Can by posters and staples
I bet that kid Slug will bust
Flows if you ask nice it's Friday night
Point me to the party wanna grab mics
Verse 3
Time to rock that bb
But nowadays I'm just tryin
to get
Musab away from the TV
Cause I can't fuck with the Zenith
I'd rather criticize Tuesdays releases
With the elitists at the Fetus
Verse 4
is what we present
Surrounding,
ditch weed in a
Ballpoint no grievance
Let's all point our fingers towards
The path we venture
Minneapolis native taken the wrath
Of winter bad contender
Verse 5
Mocha to reach the speed
Of the graph writer that's
Crashed on my sofa
And in the green room is MC's and
In the kitchen is dirty dishes
And my postion blurry vision
Verse 6
Where heads is frozen stiff
And these skinny powder sniffin kids
Is posin talkin shit
Since the first time I met you
Backstage in the main room
I knew that I did not want
To occupy the same room
Verse 7
A
I
Take the bus to work
Verse 8
Binge hit's before I left
And now the nicotine is liftin it
Choke at the last drag and
Flick remains at the gutter
Flip up the hood just to
Verse 9
a foothill
I see people rockin my t- shirt and
I'm still shopping at Goodwill
In a struggle in a war
Zone grew some extra personality
Now I won't have to flee or
Verse 10
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and I'm
On a quest for heaven
Or rent me some comprehension
As busy as fuck just gimme
a three hour lead
So I can reflect maybe rent a
Flick and relearn how to breath
Verse 11
Found a bunch of tricks
And used a cleaver to relieve
All these unnecessary limbs
Misplaced the gems and jewels I
Meant to give you
To lift you and lost my mind inside the issue
Verse 12
Where heads is frozen stiff
And these skinny powder sniffin kids
Is posin talkin shit
Since the first time I met you
To occupy the same room
Verse 13
I
Take the bus to work
grin
Verse 14
D
G
Now I've got spies positioned at
Various Cheapos around the city
Lots of people that's
down with me cause
The evils out to get me
Its easy to decipher who can taste me
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G
A lot of locals used to hate me
Verse 15
You could only hear what I feel
When my eyes are shut
Mistakes are piling up excuses
they lining up
I'm trying to fuck reality but I'm
Impotent can't get it up
Cause shes a duck and her
Personality sucks just my luck
Verse 16
I'll get off at the crossroads
And take a long lunch
Next month when I got my head
Right I'ma grab a lead pipe
And beat some life into this dead mic
Verse 17
Extract all the juices
Read the hate mail in the bathroom
And place wagers
on the losers
In the beginning you can't help
But wanna be innovative
But eventually the opposition
Leaves you jaded
Verse 18
wanna be a baller
I'm six foot three their ain't no need
For me to be any taller
I just wish those cats over
There at Fobia would
Hit me off with some free
gear or somethin
Verse 19
Where heads is frozen stiff
And these skinny powder sniffin kids
Backstage in the game room
I knew that I did not want
Verse 20
I
a fake grin
Verse 21
i could come in
And just pick some shit out
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