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Blue
Sometimes I feel like I'm livin life in City 17
Fall asleep and see blackness, these obsidian dreams
Sick of the people pitying me, sure she's pretty in pink
But probably prettier with an opinion, whattaya think?
I hope you agree, she gotta have more brains than just
Chokin on d, so pale I'm soakin in bleach
And I feel the feeling of defeat is fleeting but I need it, it's key
To feel successes I reach, the pressure's building
I'm restless, need sleep, my mind keep running
Give me a second to breathe
On second thought, pick the pace up
Y'all spit the same stuff
I wanna be ahead of the curve, a major change up
I came here ready to work
Sever your nerves from your brain, promise it's painless
Picasso couldn't paint a better picture
I'm not famous but I will be, you don't feel me?
Take a step closer, the winds'll knock on your back
Stay on top of your tower, I'm at the bottom with an axe
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Rapswell:
I'm feelin blue like the ox of Paul Bunyan
I gots the jaw runnin, now the props are all comin
Cuz I got these fools lookin like they chopped a raw onion
My commentary's so cunning, flow's stunning
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Cynic:
It's a rainy Monday morning and I'm feelin so blue
Take the day off: Me, myself, & I with cold brew
There's a mystery to life but I'm left with no clues
Tryin to find my soul, help me fill up these old shoes
Rapswell:
Now it's time to build with the skills my accomplice
Put down the pen and spill my subconscious
on this, And music's the outlet
Wear my heart on my sleeve like it's part of the outfit
Tryna tell you how I really feel about shit
Which isn't very easy to do usin the alphabet
This composition is for those that doubt me
A natural born writer like Hank Bukowski
Or Kurt Vonnegut, yeah I'ma get literary
The way I baffle emcees on the regular's a little scary
I spit a paragraph out like a loose toof
It shoots through the room, then we gotta new tune
Deeper than the sound of a bassoon when I flow god
Yo I'm comin like Omar, you know I'll go far
My words travel across the globe like a postcard
Conduct myself like Mozart for the most part
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