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    (Chill with that I'll behavior) - KRS sample

    Pull the pin out, sheep creep in wolf garb
    Fronted by the Hail Mary parry lunge mixer
    Kill the populace for stability, jeopardy's a stickler
    Its bob and weave amalgam played the falcon to your fixture
    I branch out, arms flailing backwards
    Wailin upon a tidy sound circuit
    Slightly foul Gershwin
    With a bed of nails and drumlust plus disgusted service
    Workin in shifts opposite the asbestos brain furnace
    I be the now observatory eye ear antenna feeler
    Spittin like a dragon with a similar demeanor
    Stood innocent bystand witness the diehard fans turn Rip Van
    In the poppy fields of N.Y.'s orchestrated brick gauntlet
    Now I'm thinkin who am I Jabberwocky Superfly bent left
    Pushin war without the ten step cushion and what (what)
    I plan to hold this beat positive sacred in these golde veins
    Until the day I die from grimace overload
    It's shock (it's shock)
    Treatment offered by the weekend
    This still be a getaway, let's display the sequence it goes:
    One for the heartless thievery turning my guardian angel harpless
    And the rest to sweep the mess under the carpet (under the carpet)
    I drag a yellow taxi meter behind every measure
    And charge cats for labeling me shepherd
    "That'll be Six Fifty plus tip darlin,
    I take cash, credit, check, money-order, gold and cigarette cartons"
    Huh, got caught up in the universe tryin to zoom in on stardom
    Forgot the passion plus the hatred, both were based in Carbon
    Next time you wanna be a hero try saving somethin other than hip-hop
    And maybe hip-hop'll save you from the pit-stop
    Kill em all, yield
    (naw man It wasn't me it was Holden Caulfield brother
    I just read and pulled the trigger)
    Oh God, well leave me to tiptoe past the pearly gates
    Capture the halo, jet back to base, step past the chase
    The bad taste of jet-lag and weight slackers
    There aint nothin broken, where you at?
    The pistons pump perfect, where you at?
    The bass tone is Merlin, where you at?
    This service is a urgent workin surgeons
    Purging formulas lookin for an improper cause is whack

    (Chorus 2x)
    What are you saving, honestly? (honestly, honestly)
    What are you saving, honestly? (honestly, no honestly)
    What are you saving, honestly? (damn)
    Promise me you gon shut the fuck up and recognize
    What you holdin aint really broken?

    I don't flick neeedles like my sick friend (friend)
    I don't march like Beetle Bailey through a quick trend (trend)
    I don't frequent church's steeples on my weekend (end)
    And I don't comment if you formulate a weak Zen.
    All I ever really wanted was a getaway
    I'ma take a chance by letting a brook slide for what I got in my hands
    I can not agree to follow a leader while on the borderline
    A war without a reason for the Brady hates gore
    Bring out your dead we can put em in a pile
    And burn em with the novels for the kids then to admire
    KIll the ones that speak from a different life
    Brewin other killer noise makin the sentiment...
    Okay, welcome to the Kamikaze bottle rocket cockpit
    Live by the icy cold hand of bad intention youth blender
    Oh yeah I'll let God warm the bench for now but
    I'll ascend to spin y'all dizzy
    (and for the record I'm bringin my t.v. with me)
    Yo, let the commoners speak publicly
    Then disperse eye jammies for cats that swear by third pupil
    But can't see past the loophole
    Motherfucker, my word is born like Siamese triplets
    With doctor, lawyer, rocket scientist promise
    (let em grow leisurely)
    Hey Mom, I'ma fix without my probe along this path
    Once my shpeel's perfected I'ma save you a seat in the front row
    Of Aesop Rock's twelve steps to shut the fuck up seminar
    And when all these bickering crowds turn solid you gon be proud
    I tack hacks to the (backboard)
    Honesty's a (latchcord)
    Fury's far from (obsolete)
    Serenity's a (crack war)*
    Raw caricature of mayhem standard branded by the labor
    With a thousand reasons to end this for every one of you saviors
    Saw the brightest burst ironically wide from the vacant stage
    Gave it a pound for burning where bunk ratio's engaged
    Keep me posted as to when you grasp something mature to
    Sit and sulk about mister, and I'll consider pickin up your record

    (Chorus 2x)

    The Authors, they aint got nothin to save
    The Overground, man they aint got nothin to save
    Def Jux, they aint got nothin to save
    The Addams Family, they aint got nothin to save
    Weightless, they aint got nothin to save
    Stronghold man, they aint got nothin to save
    Rhymesayers baby, they aint got nothin to save
    Aesop Rock, I aint got nothin to save

    It's llike that
    ***- crack whore

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