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The Grouch
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Oh
In a time filled with rhymes we forced minds to climb
Way up above all that bull shit you love
Keepin' your soul in tact, with the rap
This otherworld underworld ninety six-fat
They couldn't see me, so I entered right before their eyes
Pass the people dancing to the cuts where I reside
Spy the tightest girl, but I knew she'd never notice
A man on stage grabs the mic, so I took my focus
Oh, this. Is a show it kinda sucks
Kinda fucks the purpose of paying if its worthless
A circus full of circles, three rings of jerks, fools
tell them hit the weed
Im seeking out the beat but all I find is imitation,
Rhyme assimilation, In times its just wasted
Racing around the club looking for some type of meaning,
Receiving shit is REAL to the only one that's seeding.
Fiending for this hip-hop cause I love this shit to death,
And until the day I die, I keep it honest in the WEST.
Not astonished or impressed by developments or let-downs,
Expect the unexpected never will I set bounds.
I sweat clowns who beat doesn't sounds fresh though,
The Underground is here so motherfuck where the rest go.
In a time filled with rhymes we forced minds to climb
Way up above all that bull shit you love
Keepin' your soul in tact, with the rap
This otherworld underworld ninety six-fat
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I stay up late writing, Entice when the beat hits the one,
Thoughts go through my mind like 'boy my life is fun.
From the sun up to down with the sounds that I imagine,
One day I'll get it wright in this period I lag and
Drag it on like my dreams and my cape.
There's so much impact I can make if I can only bear the weight.
Don't fear the great coming and stunning how it is,
There's hella shit to take but hella left to give.
I live my life unconfined, but still it's hard to find my place,
The look of determination it occupies my face.
I'll knock your guy'es face if you let me,
The oddball of my race so how could you forget me?
Forget me not! I got my rhymes up in your grill,
My words will be effective even if I'm standing still.
Demand at will if you must,
I bust over fresh shit,
One with the music on this motherfucking west shit.
In a time filled with rhymes we forced minds to climb
Way up above all that bull shit you love
Keepin' your soul in tact, with the rap
This otherworld underworld ninety six-fat
And its like that
In a time filled with hella rhyme
In this time we force your mind to climb.
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