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(feat. Approach) [Man Talking] "And here's another hi-fi collectors item with a heart warming story" [Verse 1: Approach, Mac Lethal] The vibe of the vivrant, read'em when my eyes met I'm complex with content but compliment the consciousness What's common sense? My kinda current condiments carry up from ??? From all the venom you spit... With indigo flames I'm supposed to sear the tips end My ultra proteus associate is close to disappearing (WHOOP!!) To a labyrinth where ? can spit flows and FREEZE the tongues of backpackers and hip clones... I miss those wonderous times and glorious rhymes when young shaun only had to ponder which pond to skip a rock on Days were long indeed but I sit back relax and enjoy the cool breeze... FOOL PLEASE!! life is more than holstered gats If I'm supposed to fear death God is smokin crack Plugged to deftone Put me in your rock band and I might pierce my tongue through the headphones red phone... Letras de canciones The M die, eeeehhhhhh The mission excel to spell the riddle Stupid tales and riddles I was delivered to the middle To add a little fizzle to the chicken on the grittle Seasoned bright in the thick of the night... Chisel with a pen full of coin flipped wit Impale my body on a skyscrapers pointed tip At cold angles I feel right to lay down designs like snow angels... [Chorus x2: girl singing] A cool breeze flows in my new wasp Some get stung it's worth the cost [Man talking again] "If your record player has come this far without visible damage, you've got yourself a wonderful piece of equipment. And all kidding aside, you're entitled to hear some of the truly amazing things that your hi-fi phonograph can do." [Verse 2: Mac Lethal, Approach] Like, hairy hand Approach to beat little girls up, with large ?? Mother nature is a manic depressive And father time is a dead beat dad with excessive drinking problems Now he's lost and swerve and talk and slur and slipping on the earths frosting surface But I'm walking perfectly Shiiiit those are like the two perfect words for me But if I'm a waste that you never felt Then I'ma hang your vivid dreams with my leather belt... Coughing gets ridiculous So many men are envious before I even drop the disc I hear the silent hissss Approach feels he's better than us man he's stuck up Marked for death if I dare to compete I just move to a different beat Kick it with schemes see To post streets for the homies can eat It's really not that weak but for me theres nothin better The warmth of the rhythm is protection from the weather... Yeeap, and we don't even want the retribution man We're laughing at attempts of your public execution Acting all bitter with your frostbitten souls that's it case closed You're gettin pigeon-holed... And it's silly though Cuz we came from the same womb The rush of emotion put your soul in the dark tomb What's left to loom Is negative air but your forgiven bro Cuz there is a heaven up there... [Chorus x2] From Letras Mania