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(Verse #1) I'm the explicit version without the illicit cursing/ I sit atop these radio-friendly missing persons/ A diversion from the 9-to-5 grind that you've been working/ An answered prayer, we strike the match that keeps desire burning/ This perverted graduating class is looking for the backdoor/ It goes disco, ska, neo-soul and rapcore/ Collision cracks a smile on a pile of shredded documents/ There's only so long you'll piggyback on our accomplishments/ You tried to say that it was virtue versus common sense/ Guilt trip, that's all it is, so swallow pride and call it quits/ The vaulted lips can fall off with the crabs in a bucket/ In a land of rusty logic and 500 dollar budgets/ But I can't believe the hype. See it's not the way that I'm programmed/ I read between the lines and fingertips when you fold hands/ In five years, they'll know what I know and you'll have no fans/ And I'll still be making classic records as an old man... (Hook) If you know the words, you can sing these songs/ And keep your hands to the sky so I can read your palm/ We break it into pieces so all ears can listen/ We break it into pieces so all ears can listen/ Songtexte(Verse #2) There's a lot of politicians and lottery tickets selling folly/ Parlor-tricking hollow promise breaking hearts and wallets/ Economics downtrodden. The stock market is struggling/ And all the sorrow's packaged up and Fed-Exed to the government/ Subsidizing happiness, mandate what you believe in/ But knowing's more than seeing now we're choking on the freedom/ That we're breathing, and we all take a beating/ When we treat God like a distant cousin 'cause we're so ashamed/ And faith is more than Sunday School and sermons on the weekend/ Speaking loud and pointing fingers and deciding who's to blame/ Blatant accusations knock fam out the frame/ I write the way I write because there's power in the name/ And Christ is not a catch phrase or bumper-sticker tag line/ It cheapens what He did and who He is to all his people/ We're on different pages of the same book. Believe me, that's fine/ Just don't get offended when Dust drops the needle... (Hook) (Verse #3) Too hot for TV, radio, magazines and movies/ Put in work off the clock while the sign reads ?Off-Duty?/ Sign verses, ?Yours Truly,? pollute the stream of consciousness/ I'm calling public libraries and begging 'em for sponsorship/ I'm the type of guy that's real easy to get honest with/ Never mind the fact that in rap I'm like a monolith/ The archetype pondering breaking the bonds that hold us/ In a monstrous move that's reminiscent of the Kold Krush/ Mold my will 'til it resembles divine covenents/ Share the cup of Christ inside of this blessed suffering/ Divide my publishing so the word can spread and scatter/ Over every inch of global territory much faster/ Cast lots for a chance to advance my point of view/ In an avalanche of rap fans and it all starts with you/ If all hearts could do their part beyond what we feel/ We'd make it in one shot. But for now, we'll do it piecmeal... (Hook) Aus Songtexte Mania