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Let's get one thing straight,
we don't have any answers.
We are proposals in a cosmic nursery,
and these massive stars,
they're just little twinkles,
if I can't possess them at such magnificence.
So if you can really hear me
and you really think you believe me,
there must be some kind of privilege here
to putter around with such an existence.
You see on some stage,
and you believe it's really me over there,
there's a chance it's not really me.
Maybe we're not ourselves at all.
And maybe being is simply believing
that each breath we take in
must lead to another breath out,
one more breath away from yesterday,
and a timeline of yesterdays,
filled in with love or with pain
or whatever bullshit we smear on our sleeves.
I've found my cause, and this is it.
There are no answers.

Am I what I am?
Am I what I am?
Is that what this is?
Is this all there is?Just checkin' my microphone once
As I check your audio
Increase the bass response
Hope n the speakers blow
I got no time to sit and flip
And pop bullshit
Turn up your stereo hops
Insert the rhyme clip
Roll your windows up
Make sure it7s air tight
E.Q. the track exact
So shit sounds right
I rhyme of death
And darkness and danger
Your crib or car
Becomes a torture chamber
I write my rhymes with violence
What you expect?
Sounds of pain
The snap of a broken neck
All alone in darkness I sit each night
Write my rhymes
With blood upon a butcher knife
You say the Ice is ill, and ill I am
They try to ban my shit
And I don't give a damn
Roll up, your eye will get swoll up
Suckers who flexed
Yo, their deaths got tolled up
Cause I'm not the nigga to toy with
Boy with the big mouth
Ya got time to riff?
There's time to take you out
Put a couple caps in your ass
Cut your head off

Send it to your mom with flowers
Cause I'm so soft
Lay on your wack crew
Smoke the whole bunch
Bury 'em in my bck yard
And then I'll eat lunch
Cause I don

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