paroles de chanson Final Frontier - Spacehog
RJD2
- Final
Frontier
Lyrics
YeahThe
show
is
over*
Welcome
to
the
final
frontier
Soul
Position
RJD2
on
the
beats
plus
myself,
Blueprint,
on
the
Rhymes
*The
show
is
over*
Live
and
direct
*The
show
is
over*
The
Final
Frontier
We're
here
*The
show
is
over*
The
Final
Frontier
We
breathe
adrenaline,
elevate
organically
Life
begins
when
the
record
spins
and
ends
When
blended
into
the
next
with
scratches
RJ
constructs
the
canvas,
I
find
a
color
that
matches
Outline
the
rhyme
and
increase
the
content
Blueprint
the
piece
that
completes
the
concepts
Sequence
the
song
steps
to
make
it
more
complex
Soul
Position
in,
sole
possession
of
Poll
position,
hold
your
breath
and
listen
While
I
resurrect
these
twenty-six
letters
A
lesson
to
beginners
that
tend
to
pale
in
comparisson
You're
not
ill,
and
if
you
are
My
notepad's
full
of
medicine
Plus
my
freestyle
is
Excedrin
Take
two
hours
and
call
me
back
with
a
new
style
And
show
me
you're
prepared
for
the
final
frontier
*The
show
is
over*
The
Final
Frontier
We're
here
*The
show
is
over*
The
Final
Frontier
We
breathe
adrenaline,
elevate
organically
My
pen
like
a
turntable
arm
moves
mechanically
Even
when
the
groove
shifts
or
skips
dramatically
I
accurately
etch
out
my
welded
fine
fantasy
Across
a
skyline
covered
with
sound
I
move
into
position
like
a
cumulus
cloud
Acid
rain
slang
still
a
part
of
my
emosis
My
first
demo,
known
to
soak
instrumentals
With
brainstorms,
capable
to
break
in
the
calm
Created
by
strange
tongues
that
praise
the
norm
But
while
they
make
a
living
giving
false
testimony
I
often
impress
the
ceremony
with
an
exercise
in
exorcism
First
I
ride
the
rhythm,
then
I
spit
a
venomous
Open
mic
sermon
for
the
trife
vermon
That
had
a
hard
time
learnin'
How
to
properly
prepare
for
the
final
frontier
*The
show
is
over*
The
Final
Frontier
We're
here
*The
show
is
over*
The
Final
Frontier
We
breathe
adrenaline,
elevate
organically
Escaping
out
of
milk
crates
with
modern-day
tragedies
Of
lost,
or
crews
you
coulda
looped
first
But
refuse
to
do
the
work
when
the
whistle
blew
So
in
a
world
dominated
by
the
digital
The
metrinome
I
listen
to
beats
inside
of
my
chest
It
speeds
up
with
a
level
of
stress
It's
built
to
last,
but
analog
at
best
Ingest
another
measurement
of
time
served
My
lifeline
swerves
kinda
like
a
signed
curve
Time
blurs,
during
my
breakneck
ascend
To
apex
and
then
slows
during
my
lows
Tone-deaf
soundmen
work
my
shows
The
ass
of
my
artform's
always
exposed
But
I'm
inspired
by
the
front
rows
They're
the
reason
I
prepared
for
the
final
frontier
We're
here
*The
show
is
over*
The
Final
Frontier
We're
here
*The
show
is
over*
The
Final
Frontier
*The
show
is
over*
*The
show
is
over*
*The
show
is
over*
*The
show
is
over
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