Текст песни Zen Scientist (feat. Myka 9) - Milo , Myka 9
                                                Well 
                                                there 
                                                seem 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                some 
                                                misconceptions
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                seem 
                                                to, 
                                                there 
                                                seem
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                think 
                                                that 
                                                you 
                                                understand
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                seem... 
                                                seemingly 
                                                    a 
                                                misconception 
                                                here
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                him 
                                                who 
                                                wrote 
                                                the 
                                                Tao 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                pessimist
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                thespians 
                                                maneuver 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                now 
                                                and 
                                                its 
                                                messiness
 
                                    
                                
                                                I've 
                                                grown 
                                                weary 
                                                of 
                                                their 
                                                kindnesses
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                addled 
                                                Zen 
                                                scientist 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                inwardly 
                                                infinite 
                                                capacity 
                                                for 
                                                mindfulness
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                kite 
                                                shield 
                                                to 
                                                protect 
                                                you 
                                                from 
                                                complacency
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                stand 
                                                adjacent 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                vagrancy, 
                                                no 
                                                vacancy
 
                                    
                                
                                                Out 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                street 
                                                with 
                                                palms 
                                                and 
                                                guns, 
                                                the 
                                                Argo 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                ergonauts
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                enough 
                                                to 
                                                send 
                                                kisses 
                                                down 
                                                your 
                                                arm 
                                                like 
                                                Gomez
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                he 
                                                dazzled 
                                                with 
                                                bafflegab
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sisyphus 
                                                surmounts 
                                                the 
                                                aggro 
                                                crag
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cantillating 
                                                grace 
                                                and 
                                                they 
                                                can't 
                                                keep 
                                                my 
                                                pace
 
                                    
                                
                                                (And 
                                                they 
                                                can't 
                                                keep 
                                                my 
                                                pace)
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                soul 
                                                is 
                                                fly
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                new 
                                                zone
 
                                    
                                
                                                I've 
                                                decided 
                                                my 
                                                point 
                                                of 
                                                view
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                have 
                                                decided 
                                                my 
                                                point 
                                                of 
                                                view
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                earth 
                                                    I 
                                                respect, 
                                                her 
                                                subtle 
                                                mood 
                                                swings
 
                                    
                                
                                                Some 
                                                are 
                                                whispering 
                                                far 
                                                for 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                At 
                                                the 
                                                back 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                long 
                                                line 
                                                like 
                                                always
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                recesses 
                                                receding
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                lawn 
                                                chair 
                                                creaks 
                                                when 
                                                I'm 
                                                leaning
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                microcosm 
                                                between 
                                                velour 
                                                and 
                                                velvet
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                the 
                                                ache 
                                                becomes 
                                                    a 
                                                Kaiser 
                                                helmet
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cc 
                                                me 
                                                when 
                                                you 
                                                supersize 
                                                your 
                                                intentions
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ill 
                                                be 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                frozen 
                                                food 
                                                aisle 
                                                until 
                                                then
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                    a 
                                                lead 
                                                lid 
                                                on 
                                                this 
                                                pillbox
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                plan 
                                                on 
                                                living 
                                                until 
                                                the 
                                                bills 
                                                stop
 
                                    
                                
                                                Budding 
                                                curmudgeon 
                                                with 
                                                cudgel 
                                                bludgeon 
                                                the 
                                                kerfuffle 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                welterweight
 
                                    
                                
                                                That's 
                                                understated
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                stay 
                                                indoors
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                stay 
                                                indoors
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                stay 
                                                indoors
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                broke 
                                                so 
                                                its 
                                                lawn 
                                                chairs, 
                                                long 
                                                stairs
 
                                    
                                
                                                Gloomy, 
                                                never 
                                                forlorn
 
                                    
                                
                                                Learn 
                                                the 
                                                old 
                                                forms; 
                                                honor 
                                                the 
                                                old 
                                                gods 
                                                via 
                                                iPod
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don't 
                                                stop 
                                                the 
                                                body 
                                                rock, 
                                                    I 
                                                have 
                                                decided 
                                                in 
                                                good 
                                                faith 
                                                to 
                                                let 
                                                my 
                                                soul 
                                                fly
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mr. 
                                                Yuk 
                                                lets 
                                                his 
                                                soul 
                                                fly
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ken 
                                                Saro-Wiwa 
                                                let's 
                                                his 
                                                soul 
                                                fly
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mister, 
                                                uh, 
                                                Kenford 
                                                has 
                                                been 
                                                known 
                                                to 
                                                let 
                                                his 
                                                soul 
                                                fly
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                DJ 
                                                syndicate 
                                                let's 
                                                his 
                                                soul 
                                                fly
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Kleanerz 
                                                are 
                                                so 
                                                fly
 
                                    
                                
                                                Guantanamo 
                                                bosh 
                                                lets 
                                                his 
                                                soul 
                                                fly
 
                                    
                                
                                                Jacob 
                                                Bluefinger 
                                                well 
                                                    I 
                                                bet 
                                                he 
                                                lets 
                                                his 
                                                soul 
                                                fly
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dugan 
                                                Nash 
                                                been 
                                                known 
                                                to 
                                                let 
                                                his 
                                                soul 
                                                fly
 
                                    
                                
                                                Black 
                                                Orpheus 
                                                I'm 
                                                sure 
                                                he 
                                                lets 
                                                his 
                                                soul 
                                                fly
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                boy, 
                                                Scipio 
                                                he 
                                                lets 
                                                his 
                                                soul 
                                                fly
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                course 
                                                the 
                                                wise 
                                                owl 
                                                himself, 
                                                he 
                                                lets 
                                                his 
                                                soul 
                                                fly
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                was 
                                                once 
                                                called 
                                                Flows-A-Million, 
                                                yes 
                                                he's 
                                                so 
                                                fly
 
                                    
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