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I feel I was denied critical need-to-know information You misunderstand, we like the stupid They fight to rue this Everyone else thinks we're making priceless music I write what cupids describe Proof in a times Cruising the music with a humanist vibe You smell me? I'll snatch the nostrils off your face and stare With crazy flare, for not bumping Blue Picaso or Greydon Square Time is ill, every day runnin' rhymin' hills Swiping the bodies on the side when I have time to kill Sign the bill if you're presidential If not, your wackness gets multiplied exponential If y'all play, then it's ball game all day Parlaying bets often lost in the star gaze It's our day in the sun, you throwing shade Cause you hate the way our energy comes from solar rays So scroll the page, show the stolen Pace car racin' through motorcades Blowin' haze, coastin' Well, we're sorry And it just changed all of a sudden We would have warned you but they knocked out the radio tower (What happened?) SongtexteWell, when the radios went out I decided to return to the refinery But in route, I find I'm in an ambush situation And there's an artist, once the greatest on the planet To share his view and passion was a gift, he never planned it He's just a stand-in, a place where you can call your home Landed on your feet, on the street with a microphone The night was long, but the fight was sure to carry on Everything he dreamed up, in spite of it he'd write a song The light is gone, you'd hear it from a mile away "We're going down" - only thing you heard the pilot say And so you jump ship, and ran into the IRA But you slipped and fell on some child down on aisle eight The file date was written on the envelope You know the wait is over, sittin' on the synagogue The antidote is comin' into focus My pedal long, bending flower into crocus These bogus rappers, they will get no notice I'm drawing strength in muddy water, perfect sleeping lotus I smell a couple of thousand of these things I dropped the first wave with semi-auto fire But they just kept coming Sheer luck, most of them were in front So I just popped it into sixth wheel and ran 'em down [Sigh], the ones that got on board I handled with A combination of small-arms-fire and hand-to-hand technique I am completely out of ammo That's never happened to me before Aus Songtexte Mania