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The Mad Conductor
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Powerful Move
I'm barely there in the therapy chair
Wearing a black straight jacket made of Cherokee hair
The doctor said I better start acting logical
Or to get a better source of income because his fees are astronomical
I asked him now what in tarnation are you stressing
You know my occupation at the delicatessen
7 double 0 an hour's what it pays
And I get a 7 cent raise every 7 days
All the lemon scent sprays leave a pleasant haze
....and take me back to
My child hood, wearing propeller caps and small shorts
This kid named Raekwon'd rob me on ball courts
Mad 'cause I never had cash, he'd demand
My sandwich sardines with elderberry jam
At times I was feeling like a toad in the fable
I swore I'd turn the table, and broke from the stable
Now I can't compete with the Jones
Only 'cause I'm kinda homeless, dead broke and slightly out of focus
Pretty soon I'll be living in a place where every
Month is like June and I'm punching right through
With the grammar when they slam a drum or rock a
Space Steady groove then I charge up like Blanca
Ring a fool's bell like Hector Salamanca
With a single finger, I'm not an singer
I'm an emcee with a venom filled stinger
Awoken from a coma on a broken sofa
In a motor home in Tulsa, Oklahoma
Comin' straight at you, tearing up your tissue
Blasting a rocket that's not gonna miss you
If I stopped rapping it'd sour the groove
So I'll bust your pustule with powerful move
There's never been a better time to strike
Let's hit 'em with a Powerful Move!
There's never been a better day to take 'em down
Let's hit 'em with a Powerful Move!
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Your song's a joke, it hits the gag reflex
Should've been recalled, it's got lots of bad defects
It's like I'm brushing with toothpaste laced with joker venom
Face seized up to the crooked rhythm
You'd bite my style if it wasn't made of iron
But your teeth are too brittle, saw 'em chippin' when you're smilin
So think again before you try to sink 'em in
Or I'll sin and pin my incisors in
Girls get rough in the pit when they hear my smooth voice
'Kick another verse, rudeboy!'
My style is a child of thalidomide from another planet
Catch me on tour flippin' out like a hammock
Or lazing in the bushes, outdoors ducking craziness
On the outskirts of life's radius
In an out of body experience on a flight to Tacoma
I learned reality was nonexistent like my high school diploma
And I'm left here to wonder in confusion
Why wasn't I invited to the 10 year reunion?
It's possible my notice was lost in the mail
Or maybe they figured that I never made bail
The truth is I am out of jail
The future is an ocean, let's set sail
I'm a man with out a country
A moon without a planet of which to orbit around
That's why I'm sounding funky
Forgot about the Alamo, remembered the Navajo
Pushed politicians toward a ghetto in New Mexico
We'll never be beaten
You couldn't get my arteries bleeding
When I'm sleeping during archery season
And if I stopped rebelling I'd have nothing to do
So I'm blasting right through with a powerful move
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