1. |
Intro
00:59
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2. |
Start Again
04:48
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Sometimes we near an end
A little push can be yer friend
Climb that final fence
Remember time is all that mends
I will start again
i don't know how
I don't know when
I don't know where my sea starts and land stops
All I know is a bad cop, bad cop
Blood and bone on the black top, black top
Lord only knows why we can't stop, we ain't stopping
I will start again
i don't know how
I don't know when
I don't go where the man stops, the man shops
wire got the moan of the sharecroppers sharecropping
Mirror shows the head chopping, head chopping
Lord only knows why we can't stop, we ain't stopping
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3. |
Cop Slap
02:03
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Cock back
the cop slap
lift back
the white flap
Cock back
the cop slap
lift back
the white flap
Still weak
still fat
roach trap
mustache
Cock back
the cop slap
the bitch slap
the white flap
Always a beater
Always a cop
Itchy trigger finger
the black man gon drop
Sometimes a mother
Always a son
Maybe a trial
Always a gun
Cock back
the cop slap
lift back
the white flap
Cock back
the cop slap
lift back
the white flap
Bust down the door
bust in you house
bust up your mind
bust up your mouth
Make a man standing
kneel in his yard
Drag out a woman
from the window of her car
Taser and stun
hotter than the sun
hate for the bastard
can't be undone
Cock back
the cop slap
lift back
the white flap
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I won the war shoppin large at the Valley Forge
It's what I do, It's how I do my chores.
The mall is how I make, and I always make more
Stack it from ceiling down to floor
Braggin for booze, got your brand wagon driving
Got the President on hold and your union boss crying
I woke to the suit, mic podium is lying
Muthaf-ckas in the back got me autograph signing
Keep it loose, slide the noose, makin juice
Now infected feel the flow and thus in inflect it
Make your mark, feel the spark, take your part, and go and grab it
How come I feel like burning down the family cabin?
So let it go, the bag, full of all those heels and crosses
Cops and thieves and bosses, teachers, priests, and coffins
All of those who came and caught 'em, put the crown on those that bought em,
Celebrate all that fought 'em
Make a bet,
Strike a match, strike a pose, strike a set
Meet your match, meet your man, pay a tax if you can
On the two birds in your hand
No trophy on the mantle
No i's or v's after my handle.
I love your top, who is that, where'd you get it? Guam?
Or did you pay a nickel to a kid in Vietnam?
Flashlight, insulated wrap, MREs
How come no jean pockets are built for these
But they fit rubble, dust, looms, and bodies
Manufacture poverty in garment factories
One less mouth to feed, wallet to bleed, link card to read
(Goddam your ass looks good in those jeans)
So swirl that shit, ice cold chardonnay
You go on automatic and plow your own way
With the kids in tow, to the the target we shop
We make it rain on the blood cuz the deals don't stop.
yeah.
Lay-off, Pay-off,
How you think it's paid off
Work my fucking a--off
Death to Bernie Madoff.
Had to make a trade-off so I took what I could get
I'm rolling on the low end of the forty set.
And there's a spirit in the man out to get me
I keep pushing him down, but he won't let me be
The past ain't the past when you carry it now
When the baggage on your back keeps on dragging you down
But to where, what shelf, with what health, with what wealth
With what sin, with what spin, with what skin?
Cuz the rungs on the ladder don't go all the way up
Need the man with the hatchet who don't give a f-ck.
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5. |
Xylo
00:50
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6. |
He Left
02:26
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He left
felt like
the Titanic
in ice
waterboard (all aboard!)
the good life
Brittanic from trash
stock wisdom cache
encyclopedic rehash on school papers
Back in '85
when Perry took a dive
and the only bad side was Leslie Frazier
Break must be common'
right around the bend
Don't wish for it
Never wish for it.
Now I'm stuck in ground
surrounded by the sound
with my head in the clouds
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7. |
Changes Everything
03:07
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You got to feed the well
You got to feed the well
You got to feed the well in you
You got to teach yourself
You got to teach yourself
You got to reach the well in you
You got to slay the ghost
You got to slay the ghost
The one that hurts the most
(Death changes everything)
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8. |
Feel Right / Look Me up
02:22
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I gotta feel right
I gotta feel right
by no one but me
I knew you wouldn't
I knew you couldn't
I knew you put it straight through the poison cloud
Come look me up
On your way down
Come look me up
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9. |
Pause
01:01
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11. |
Wondrous Spirit
01:09
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Wondrous spirit
Can't you hear it
The sound of the telephone not ringing
The man to my left
Appears to be deaf
How is it that he hears my singing
The bond of class
The olive branch
The loving look
The subtext of a book
The words understood but left unsaid
Does it continue when we're dead?
Wondrous spirit
Can't you hear it
The sound of the telephone not ringing
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