X.I.Y
Got to wipe my feet off, now
Got to kick the shoes
There's a lot of empties on the ground
Got to fill some new ones
I know some day they're gonna
Exercise a reasonable amount
Of strain on my simple way
A simple lack of feeling
A simple lack of fuel
A simple lack of energy to play,
Create, and make it through the day
I know some day they're gonna
Exercise a reasonable amount
Of strain on my simple way
I know some day they're gonna separate
The part of the brain that can discriminate
The friendly from the enemy
You are the enemy...
There's a lot of bodies on the ground
I know. I used to be one
I learned I'm not the kind of guy
Who'd cheat a friend to make it through the day
I know some day they're gonna
Exercise a reasonable amount
Of strain on my simple way
You are the enemy...
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Yo whattup Starbuck, what's goin on?
Yeah how you livin?
Yeah you know just smokin every day, whassup?
Yeah let me tell you hip-hop's WACK man
Yeah I know, say word
All these MC's got diseases
Yeah they got like frostbite, there's a bad plague baby
MC's got delusions of grandeur and such {*brrrr, brrrrr!*}
Yeah man, yo we gotta tell 'em whassup
[Eon]
Now go make a record, and go rob a bank
Now you got Cool C-itis to thank
Copped that advance, but lost that check
Must be due to Alzheimer's onset
Go up in the label, when ho