[Man Talking]
And here`s another hi-fi collectors item with a heart warming story
[Verse 1: Approach, Mac Lethal]
The vibe of the vivrant, read`em when my eyes met
I`m complex with content but compliment the consciousness
What`s common sense?
My kinda current condiments carry up from ???
From all the venom you spit...
With indigo flames I`m supposed to sear the tips end
My ultra proteus associate is close to disappearing (WHOOP!!)
To a labyrinth where ? can spit flows and
FREEZE the tongues of backpackers and hip clones...
I miss those wonderous times and glorious rhymes
when young shaun only had to ponder which pond to skip a rock on
Days were long indeed but I sit back relax and enjoy the cool breeze...
FOOL PLEASE!! life is more than holstered gats
If I`m supposed to fear death God is smokin crack
Plugged to deftone
Put me in your rock band and I might pierce my tongue through the headphones
red phone...
The M die, eeeehhhhhh
The mission excel to spell the riddle
Stupid tales and riddles
I was delivered to the middle
To add a little fizzle to the chicken on the grittle
Seasoned bright in the thick of the night...
Chisel with a pen full of coin flipped wit
Impale my body on a skyscrapers pointed tip
At cold angles
I feel right to lay down designs like snow angels...
[Chorus: girl singing - repeat 2X]
A cool breeze flows in my new wasp
Some get stung it`s worth the cost
[Man talking again]
If your record player has come this far without visible damage,
you`ve got yourself a wonderful piece of equipment. And all kidding
aside, you`re entitled to hear some of the truly amazing things that
your hi-fi phonograph can do.
[Verse 2: Mac Lethal, Approach]
Like, hairy hand Approach to beat little girls up, with large ??
Mother nature is a manic depressive
And father time is a dead beat dad with excessive drinking problems
Now he`s lost and swerve and talk and slur
and slipping on the earths frosting surface
But I`m walking perfectly
Shiiiit those are like the two perfect words for me
But if I`m a waste that you never felt
Then I`ma hang your vivid dreams with my leather belt...
Coughing gets ridiculous
So many men are envious before I even drop the disc
I hear the silent hissss
Approach feels he`s better than us man he`s stuck up
Marked for death if I dare to compete
I just move to a different beat
Kick it with schemes see
To post streets for the homies can eat
It`s really not that weak but for me theres nothin better
The warmth of the rhythm is protection from the weather...
Yeeap, and we don`t even want the retribution man
We`re laughing at attempts of your public execution
Acting all bitter with your frostbitten souls that`s it case closed
You`re gettin pigeon-holed...
And it`s silly though
Cuz we came from the same womb
The rush of emotion put your soul in the dark tomb
What`s left to loom
Is negative air but your forgiven bro
Cuz there is a heaven up there...
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
