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[Verse 1] I rock spots with top-notch communication On time like a stopwatch while others keep me waiting Pop lock to a beat box while taking potshots
[Verse 1: manCHILD] I vent my anger on you strangers that I've never even met As I employ endangered medium of recordable cassettes To audibly connect
[Verse 1:] It's there and it's here, it's far and it's near All my hopes and all my fears are manifested in the sphere It's distorted but it's clear,
[Chorus:] Heads rush and faces blush when the fader gets touched There's not much time to rhyme and sometimes it's not enough Touch mics, touch Christ
[Chorus:] that which is done that will be done and nothing is new thats under the sun that which is done that will be done and nothing is new thats under
[Verse 1:] Excuse me, am I unsound because I sound uncomparably creative? Cause I create and expound astoundingly, is that why you're intimidated? I
[Verse 1:] I think, therefore I am fresh, stand next to the next man And can bless fans, decks and mics Come correct like I was right, but when I write
[Chorus:] We fly the pen like a pilot when it's time to begin Fight to win with the power that makes the sky bend We got to end to make room for the
[Verse 1:] Put reverb on my vocals, I don't want to repeat myself Like no one else before or after on the grill of the mic Mars ILL, in the still of
[Verse 1:] Double down stroke, pound my head on concrete til it cracks Double take, doubled over from this double cross on my back Doubled my pleasure
[Chorus: x8] How many niggas living ruff rugged and raw [Boy Backs] Hey yo, im like a flame thrower Top notch name knower Games over cherry red Range
I'd like to wake up with you early in the morning Or stay up late, just playin' records on your phonograph I'd like to get to know your mother and your
I spend a lot of time thinkin' about you Do you think about me? I'm tryin' real hard, you know, to live without you But girl can't you see I've been
all of that Money, clothes and oh, diamonds, cars, rims, shining None of this compares to what I see in you Materials don't mean a thing to me Girl,
Man it's cold'n a muthaf**ka I wish I had some ole funkdafied... This is Lakeisha Lymon with Bone Magazine here interviewing the (Three 6 Mafia) from
Lonely, knelt down the bench, in the park, tears came from my eyes... A fowl came to shit on me/"You are on our side!" I came back everyday,& talked
of that, money, clothes, and (ohh) diamonds, cars, rims, shining None of this compares to what I see in you, Materials don't mean a thing to me, Girl