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Buckshot LeFonque - Weary With Toil lyrics
Even if it's jazz in the quiet storm Bebop converted in a hip hop form (Repeat) Visions of a musical plateau Thoughts fill my mind So I draw back and take aim Lyrical shots blast through the darkness When I spark this I leave an undescribable blood stain Hold fast, no need to panic There's no slipping or sliding to the other side I know who I am You know who you are Leave it at that As we go on a historical joy ride No need for brakes No need for gas For now we're living in a brand-new era As long as you're doin' it the way that you wanna Just forget about those threats of terror They're irrelevant My element of rap goes back-to-back With anyone who has doubts That my rhyme skill Helps minds build While lines fill and that's what it's all about Well I'll be Can you see what I see Someone took it to a whole new level and as I think My mind's on the brink Some consider me as a rebel A rap devil Controlled by society The variety wants to see what I'll do to react So, I ease the pain Third eye lets it rain from the brain all over the track So my cause is to find flaws and correct them Dissect them Fill me a note that I wrote That clears and clean the throat Final antidote Reachin' in my bags of tricks I need to fix Gettin' ready for Armageddon There's a villian in my adrenaline dressed in blood And you never wanna let 'em see you sweating What's you bettin' 'Cause the race is beginning to set Gunshots let you know when to ride Yippe kay yeah Hopin' I say something that's wack But I got just more than my pride So, as I release T |
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