[The sound of someone tuning out of a radio]
[the sound of someone tuning out of a radio]
verse man) you freeze up like a mannequin Petrol, you let go, the wax for the new jacks to dwell upon you're steppin on the trigger as the tune smacks
"You are sleeping! You do not want to believe. You are sleeping!" [DJ Richie Rich cuts "Guide you out of triple stage darkness" - Rakim, +I Ain't No
Fall back under The sounds of silent mouths, The only thing I hear Is our heartbeats in tune, This is how I sing to you. All the whispers that are falling out
fuzz vapor, black out of New York, hey honey, get the generator I'm in a doom, doom generation, pacin', ancient electric secret never sleepin' to miss
shut up, with three legs to the stage... So many dark hearts to choose You can focus to the phobias involved in forty hues Whether you levitate or bend spoons Tune
Lost the confidence to write a song, So I found three simple chords And held them together with my weak voice On an out of tune guitar My father gave
all out, the Don stay flossed out It's a fact that we keep cocked gats, foes get crossed out We took the relish, fellas you lost out You the type of nigga
All up and down the East coast yo, we bangin women The Beatnuts and Common Sense is steady truckin Got chickens suckin, raw dog we steady fuckin But out luck in this game runs out
about your health Don't think about tomorrow It's a whole night's sleep away Sure would be pleased to have you stay And it's reach out old Virginia
by Ani DiFranco The light blue flickering rhythm Of the neighbor's big console T.V. Is basking on the ceiling Of another insomniac spree And outside sleep
million more the same getting raked up in the crowd Then I hear an angel sing She is singing a faint sweet melody I tune her in tune my thoughts out
out to that modern man From Atmosphere goes out to that modern man Word up this is the ode to the modern man It goes, like, one time for that modern man This goes out
see the people argue Prime time television is worse though Surf the shit, I'd rather watch the commercials Program a nation of clones Subliminal seeds, watch 'em grow So tune
guard but it seems so hard momma never told her she would see those scars every night hes out doin who knows whom while she cries alone like a new show tune
..) [ VERSE 2: AZ ] And in here it makes all end up the same from blowin backs out 5 to 15, seein the bean until they max out Misbehavin, actin uncivlized
