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This one goes out to all of those that want successWait, wait, not just the ones that want itThis goes to those that feel they deserve itAnd this one goes to all of those that make the movesand those that have paid the duesTo all of those that walk the fine line on the edgeTo all the heads about to break it looseAnd you don't want to come close to feeling itInitial reaction like "Yo, I don't give a shh..."After a minute, within it, they start to think"Why the hell they didn't get it, did they hear not what he speaks?"They don't know me, it's best that wayLet 'em look for tomorrow in yesterdayAnd let me strain my lungs for the love of popping ampsLet me spike the ball because I don't like to danceLet me paint a picture on the surface of your mindI got a job at the circus and I quit writing rhymesNow I travel from city to city, life of a gypsyGravel, grass, concrete, folk lore and mysteryYo, looking at my Gucci, it's about that timefor me to pawn this piece of junk and try to pay some of these findsFly angel fly, don't ever look backYou better scoop that dead rat off the track, go home and cook thatMaybe you should trade that Mustang for a JeepSo when you get too drunk to drive, you'll have a dry place to sleepLetras de cancionesDon't forget what chocolate milk does to the hangoverCome on, who you think cut the tires on your Land Rover?Twist the nobs and chew the fat off the shish kebabDitch the lard that cut my hair and made me quit my jobAnd if I pass before they get a chance to hear meTell 'em "Kiss my ass" and teach 'em all about my theory[Chorus: 4x]Choking on a wishbone, position blown out the framePissed on the remains to mark the spot and spark the flameIt never settles, the constant grinding of metalagainst complicated timing, developing my thresholdTouching the gestalt with a little reverb and some echoto add extra flavor like pestoYo, the cards are dealt and now I'm staring at my handLooking for something to toss, tryna find a spot to standThe anger felt as I look across the landIt doesn't equal to the eagerness and hunger to expandMove past, the berry is set, the previous setscarry me through the meaninglessnessHere I am with the word extracting nervesRunning toward the stage (here we go) to watch the crash occur[Chorus: 2X]Put your head on the pillow and shut your eyesTake your mind out the ghetto and touch the skyThen come ease down that much feared trail of blood, sweat and loveInstead of flame, crying tears in the rainThe thunder came, and it drowned out the hunger painsNumbed the brain and played life like a numbers gamePoppa needs a new pair of nuts, cause he lost touchwith the last ones fastened to the bottom of his gutsYo, they don't know me, it's best that wayLet 'em look for tomorrow in yesterdayThis child is your fate so let 'em playI bet I know your age and I can guess your weightWait, wait, how can it be so simple and straight?And why the hell ain't you tripping to make some ripples in the lake?I can't figure it out, for God's sake arguing a lost caseas it irritates my prostate, and when I sit home aloneI kick over the telephone and catch my zone inside the dial tone[Chorus](There's your little dilemma, right there.)In my city, there's too many of you that don't really want itAnd since I ain't hooken' em up, I'm one that doesn't give back to my local hip-hop communityIf I did have something to hand out, Don't you think the last person I'd give it to is youLittle busted-ass weekend MC's, talkin all that noiseWhen you don't even come to my showsWhat the fuck did you ever do for me?Yo, and this goes to watch too many rap videosAnd those that don't support the local showsAnd those that wanna hate my crew based on the fact that your ass is stuck And you don't know what the fuck else to doAnd those waiting around for someone to put em onAnd those that smile in my face but talk shit when I'm goneAnd those that grab the mic just because they got flowsGo work on your fuckin demoGo get drunk and crash your fuckin rental From Letras Mania