(Chorus: Lyfe) Woke up screaming f**k the world today I, had it up to here Ex-girlfriend got custody today cause, they say she feels that I'll never be the daddy that she, wants me to be Hardest thing I've ever had to do, sayin bye to my seeds, ohhh
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(Young Buck) Damn, look at what I call my life, a glock-9 And a eightball of white, I got mine Well, not quite, I got signed And 50 put me right in the light, it took time Meanwhile I'm livin the life Where a nigga just might see prison tonight My rent due, baby need food and shoes I'm flat broke, still I refuse to lose So I smoke, lookin for the fools with jewels I'm 'bout to see if it's true what a uzi do Nobody cares, and life ain't fair or free The best thang you can do is say a prayer for me And how dare, y'all try to lock me up You not here, so you ain't really givin a f**k But I swear, as long as I'm breathin, I'm hustlin I'm thuggin, and this is the reason because I
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(Lyfe) If you see me in a suit and tie (in a suit and tie) Tell all my niggaz goodbye (tell my niggaz goodbye) Tell 'em that I'm on my wayyyyy (tell 'em I'm on my way man) Say a prayer for me and hug the kids (hug the kids) Tell God all of the shit I did (the shit I did) And how the kids looked up to me (cause they did look up to me nigga!) Yeahhhh
(Young Buck) Heyyy - holla if you feel my pain I been to hell and back, and I'm still the same The block hotter than flames, but we sell the 'caine Puttin all kind of thangs in our baby's name Tell the hoes "I'm rich bitch" like my name Rick James I really ain't got shit, but I can't complain Cause L.T. got life, and Big Ju got fifty Jimmy did his ten and D doin his twenty Come get me, seems like it's no way out So when I say "Dirty," you say "South" Tryin to put my hands on somethin, brush off my shoulders Buy up some land or somethin, get what they owe us You don't have a plan, you're nuttin is what they told us Remember what the O.G.'s showed to the soldiers Gotta make it to heaven or die tryin to get it The day dude f**k with Dre, I was feelin like
Imagine your brain As a Canister filled with ink Yeah, now think of your body As the pen where the ink resides Fuse the two, KAPOW! What are you now? You're the human magic marker Won't you please surprise my eyes? It's in your nature You can paint whatever picture You like No matter what Ted Koppel says on channel 4 tonight So modify this third rock from the sun By painting myriads of pictures With the colors of one
I'm sick of painting in black and white My pen is dry, now I'm uptight So sick of limiting myself To fit your definition
Picture the scene, where whatever you thought Would, in the blink of an eye Manifest and become illustrated You'd be sure man That every line drawn reflected a life that you loved Not an existence that you hated So, must we demonstrate that We can't get it straight? We've painted a picture, Now we're drowning in paint Lets figure out what the fuck it's about Before the picture we painted Chews us up and spits us out I'm sick of painting in black and white My pen is dry, now I'm uptight So sick of limiting myself To fit your definition Redefine
I'm born I'm alive I breathe In a moment or two I realize That the sphere upon which I reside Is asleep on its feet Should I go back to sleep? We orbit the sun I grow up My open eyes see A zombified, somnambulist society Leaving us as vitamins For the hibernating human animal Do you see what I mean?
You stare at me like a vitamin On the surface you hate But you know you need me I'll come dressed as any pill you deem fit Whatever helps you swallow truth All the more easily
And I wonder, will you digest me? Into the sleep machine I won't plug in In fact I'd rather die before I will comply To you, my friend I write the reason I still live Cause in my mind it's set the vitamin is ripe to give Coming closer to another 2000 years You and I will pry The closed eye of the sleep machine
You stare at me like I’m a vitamin On the surface you hate, But you know you need me. I'll come dressed as any pill you deem fit. Whatever helps you swallow the truth, All the more easily.
At first I see an open wound, infected and disastrous. It breathes chaotic catastrophe, it cries to be renewed. Its tears are the color of anger, they dry to form a scab. To the touch, its stiff and resilient, underneath, the new skin breathe.
Its all been saved... with exception for the right parts. When will we be new skin?
As outwardly cliche as it may seem, yes, something under the surface says, ″C′est la vie.″ It is a circle, there is a plan... dead skin will atrophy itself to start again. Look closely at the open wound... see past what covers the surface Underneath chaotic catastrophe, creation takes stage.
Dead skin will atrophy itself to start again. Dead skin will atrophy itself to start again. Dead skin will atrophy itself to start again.
Its all been saved... with exception for the right parts. When will we be new skin?
Its all been seen... with exception for what could be. When will we be new skin?
until the 20th century, reality was everything humans could touch, smell, see, and hear. since the inital publication of the charged electromagnetic spectrum, humans learned that what they can touch, smell, see, and hear...is less than one millionth of reality.
Fallacious cognitions, spewed from televisions, do mold our decisions. So stop and take a look, and you′ll see what I see now.
Its all been seen... with exception for the right parts. When will we be new skin?
Its all been seen... with exception for what could be. When will we be new skin? skin?
You keep your riches and I'll sew my stitches You can't make me think like you, mundane I've got a message for all those who think that They can etch his words inside my brain
T.V. what do I need? Tell me who to believe! What's the use of autonomy When a button does it all?
So listen up, Glisten up closely all Who've seen the fuckin eye ache too It's time to step away from cable train And when we finally see the subtle light This quirk in evolution will begin To let us live and recreate
T.V. what do I need? Tell me who to believe! Whats the use of autonomy When a button does it all? T.V. what should I see? Tell me who should I be? Lets do our mom a favor and drop A new god off a wall
Let me see past the fatuous knocks I've gotta rid myself of this idiot box Let you see past the feathers and flocks And help me plant a bomb in this idiot box
From the depths of the sea To the tops of the trees To the seat of a lazy boy Staring at a silver screen!!
If I had a dime for every time you walked away I could afford to not give a shit And buy a drink and drown the day But your pockets, they are empty Yeh, and mine are times two So why not make an about-face And accept the love I send to you?
You're never gonna be content if you wont try Try to see outside your line There you go, you did it again You act as if there's binders on your eyes
Should I apologize if what I say burns your ears and stains your eyes? Oh, did I crack your shell? When it falls away, you'll see we exist as well
Like a bottle with the cork stuck Your true ingredients trapped inside Through the cloudy glass we catch a glimpse of you I guess the hard shell represents your pride Oh, if only it could be different We could uncover the you, you deny Between two, a small discrepancy One complicates and one simplifies
Take those fucking blinders off your eyes!
So if I had a dime for every time you walked away You could bet your bottom dollar that I'd be filthy rich by noon today
On this page you see a little girl giggling a hippopotamus. I wonder why? On this page you see a little girl giggling at hippopotamus. I wonder why? Turn the page, thank you. On this page you see a little girl giggling at a hippopotamus. I wonder why? Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t say things that hurt others, said pussycat. Pussycat, pussycat, pussycat, pussycat like, isn't that hippo fat? Fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat or shout hyena I hate you hate you, hate you, you hate you, hate you hate I found a sound in the house one day, if you know who lost it, I'll give it away! Away! This sound I found said, this sound belongs to a hot ray, ray, hot, pot, pot. The magic medicine worked!
A certain shade of green Tell me is that what you need? All signs around say move ahead Could someone please explain to me your Ever present lack of speed?
Are your muscles bound by ropes? Or do crutches cloud your day? My sources say the road is clear And street signs guide the way
Are you gonna stand around till 2012 A.D.? What are you waiting for A certain shade of green? I think I grew a gray watching you procrastinate What are you waiting for A certain shade of green?
Would a written invitation Signed, "Choose now or lose it all" Sedate your hesitation? Or inflame and make you stall?
You've been raised in limitation but that glove never fit quite right The time has come for hand-me-downs Choose a new, please evolve Take flight
What are you waiting for? A written invitation? A public declaration? A private consolation?
Remeber when you procrastinate you choose last I think I grew a gray watching you procrastinate. Are you gonna stand around till 2012 A.D.? What are you waiting for, A certain shade of green? I think I grew a gray watching you procrastinate. What are you waiting for? x5
I'm thinking of my soul's sovereignty And I know everything you hate in me Fill me up with over-pious badgerings To throw them up, oh, one of my favorite things
Remember all the lessons fed to me? Me the young sponge, so ready to agree Years have gone, I recognize the walking dead Now aware that I'm alive and way ahead
Too bad the things that make you mad Are my favorite things And I'm so happy
I see you looking, I know that you're thinking That I'll never go anywhere The things that I've done and the things That I've seen, I don't really expect you to care
I'm home alone tonight Full moon illuminates my room, and sends my mind aflight I think I was dreaming up some thoughts that were seemingly possible With you
So I call you on the tin can phone We rendezvous at a quarter-two, and make sure we're alone I may have found a way for you and I to finally fly free
When we get there, we're gonna go far away Making sure to laugh, while we experience anti-gravity
For years, I kept to myself Now potentialities are bound, and sleeping under my shelf Simply choose your destination from the diamond canopy And we'll be there
So I call you on the tin can phone We rendezvous at a quarter-two, and make sure we're alone I may have found the way for you and I to finally be free
Disconnect and let me drift until my upside down is right side in society must let the artist go to wander off into the nebula
Wander off into your nebula see your nectarine of multiplicity cum like orgasmatron on overdrive wander in off to your nebula your tangerine of electricity is ripe and on a vine, so pick your prize
In little black book do I confide!
Upon return, I conjure what was seen I let it pulse and boil within my limbs I lay my pencil to the porous page and let my lunatic indulge itself
Wander off into your nebula see your nectarine of multiplicity cum like orgasmatron on overdrive wander in off to your nebula your tangerine of electricity is ripe and on a vine, so pick your prize prize, prize, prize
Disconnect and let me drift until my upside down is right side in society must let the artist go to wander off into the nebula
Wander off into your nebula see your nectarine of multiplicity cum like orgasmatron on overdrive wander in off to your nebula your tangerine of electricity is ripe and on a vine, so pick your prize
It's 3 o'clock, and we ask ourselves, "Where are we now?" It seems we've wondered out of bounds again! (Over and over, we ask ourselves why we don't utilize things that are stored deep inside of our brains!) I'm on my own and I can't see straight! Am I so stoned that I can't see straight? Man, I've got to find my way back home, but I'm too deep inside It's 4 o'clock, and we ask ourselves, "Where did I go wrong? We passed my house at least an hour ago!" Over and over, we ask ourselves why don't we utilize things that are stored deep inside of our brains! I'm on my own and I can't see straight? Am I sooo stoned that I can't see straight? It's 5 o'clock, and we ask ourselves, "We need to get home! The sun is creeping overhead again!" I'm way too deep inside to go home... I've got to get sane!
On my way home, police car pulled me over. After they left, I puttered out of gas. Triple-A' came, but my card was expired! I had to walk home, and of course, it rained half the time. I tried to get some shut-eye, then I was abducted! They put cold things in my butt. They sampled a bit of my D.N.A. They left me on top of my sheets, I dreamt I went potty, then woke up drenched in me. This day sucked the hardest ever... I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. A little bit less than nothing would go my way. I got up to toss my soiled sheets, the hallway was dark and I stubbed my big toe. It was then that I sensed the irony (burning me), then I heard the voice say, "Come sail aboard S.S. Nepenthe!" I suppose I'm to blame for getting pulled over. I guess I'm the culprit for running out of gas. Let's assume I'm the guy who didn't pay his 'Triple-A' fee. In actuality, I let the zetas probe me. Yesterday was all my fault. I let negativity get the better of me. Thank goodness for the bathtubs and suds! They temporarily set free this quandary
Sometimes, I feel the fear of the uncertainty stinging clear And I can`t help but ask myself how much I`ll let the fear take the wheel and steer It`s driven me before, and it seems to have a vague, haunting mass appeal But lately I am beginning to find that I should be the one behind the wheel Whatever tomorrow brings, I`ll be there with open arms and open eyes, yeah Whatever tomorrow brings, I`ll be there I`ll be there So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of~ the hive will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive Ah~ ah~ ah It`s driven me before and it seems to be the way that everyone else gets around But lately Im beginning to find that when I drive myself my light is found Whatever tomorrow brings, I`ll be there with open arms and open eyes Yeah Whatever tomorrow brings, Il`l be there~ I`ll be there~ instrumental break Would you choose water over wine hold the wheel and drive Whatever tomorrow brings, I`ll be there with open arms and open eyes, yeah whatever tomorrow brings, I`ll be there I`ll be there instrumnetal till end
It's 3 o'clock, and we ask ourselves, "Where are we now?" It seems we've wondered out of bounds again! (Over and over, we ask ourselves why we don't utilize things that are stored deep inside of our brains!) I'm on my own and I can't see straight! Am I so stoned that I can't see straight? Man, I've got to find my way back home, but I'm too deep inside It's 4 o'clock, and we ask ourselves, "Where did I go wrong? We passed my house at least an hour ago!" Over and over, we ask ourselves why don't we utilize things that are stored deep inside of our brains! I'm on my own and I can't see straight? Am I sooo stoned that I can't see straight? It's 5 o'clock, and we ask ourselves, "We need to get home! The sun is creeping overhead again!" I'm way too deep inside to go home... I've got to get sane!
Who am I? I am I. Who are you? You are me! Why can't I get it straight? No! Why can't I see it straight? Shaft! We can't let you, we can't let you go. Shaft! Shaft! Shaft! Shaft! I'll get a new one, then! I take a look, a look around, gas limited. I take a look around, I tell myself I live again! I take a look, a look around, gas limited. I take a look around, I tell myself I live again! Why can't I get it straight? No! Why can't I see it straight? Shaft! We can't let you, we can't let you go. Up until this day; I take a look, a look around, gas limited. Up untile this day; I look around, I tell myselfI live again! Shaft.... where's Lorena when we need her?
