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Aw yeah
It's Rhymenetwork
Rip the bandages off my face
I'm on the loose
I'm through thinking shit through
That's been a waste
I'm taking off with the cash
Before the rent is due
I'm diagnosed and untreatable
Ain't that a bitch, though?
So I stay laced
I'm scientific with the medications
Making combos
Breaking into condos
To rearrange your stuff
I've given up
Last week I tried to stop a transit bus
Said I wasn't man enough?
Bitch, I'm a rhinoceros
You probably saw it on the news
They crashed into a Starbucks
And I was standing in the street
Not giving a fuck
I'm Off Topic, for the record
And I'm reckless on a record
And a planet full of rappers recognize
And they respect it
I'm praying for the world
And it's lack of action
Offering opinions up
When there's no one asking
Pay no attention to the past or the lies
That inherently reside inside every device
That's the invention
Sucking your blood to stay alive
I'm a scientist that happens to rap
Ain't that some shit?
If the beat I need doesn't exist
I will invent it
I'm like my own genre
I just don't fit
Crucify your lyrics
Then impale you with a forklift
Specialize in chemical effects on the nervous system
Y'all been getting bent
I been trying to straighten out my symptoms
Matching up and mixing
Compounds in the kitchen
Don't ask me where I get my supplies
I run the district
(Saved message)
(J. Moore, What's going on cousin?)
(You're up in fucking, I don't know, New York)
(Somewhere fucking working)
(General manager and shit)
(Yo, I just had a meeting with my boy)
(Yo, he loves your shit dude)
(He's down with your shit)
(Like the first joint I played him)
(And it was so banging)
(And it's so hot, he loves it)
Create my own reality from bits and pieces
Of a broken world
Feed them into my machine
Create my own reality from bits and pieces
Of a broken world
Feed them into my machine
Create my own reality from bits and pieces
Of a broken world
Feed them into my machine
Create my own reality from bits and pieces
Of a broken world
Feed them into my machine
Create my own reality from bits and pieces
Of a broken world
What have I done?
(The most evil invention in the world)
(I don't want you to think I'm nuts or anything)
(It's nothing like that)
(It's just that, well)
(It's just that I don't seem to remember who I am)
(It's a real oddball thing)
(But when I woke up this morning)
(I, well, I didn't exactly wake up)
(I just, I just found myself out on that road)
(Walking)



Авторы: James Hampton Moore



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