spex - writerz block pt. 2
Put your fists where your mouth is
Or get my fists in your mouthpiece
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Jaw moving like your voice's overdubed
The poisionous toungue spitting poisionous ones
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One room filled with heaps of laundry
Two hands willing to clean 'em all and
A mindstate set to jus' sleep till morning
Hoping I'll have time to clean my closet
Another day in the week, when and if I ever get the feeling for it
So far, I've got opponents reachin' for that bleach and dye
Bleeding, weeping, left behind me like my weekend life
My lifestyle's too hectic, I gotta find some peace of mind
A constant stress consumption bleachin' out my eager eyes
Thoughts seem tangled up like wrangled socks
Sessions spent spittin' drunken knowledge
Waking up the morning after to laugh it off and
Realize, while dressing, my clothes are sunked in bottled homage
Like fuck tomorrow, don't dare tell me to adress my piles, shit
The basket's not half full, it's half empty..
..as long as you hand me something heavy so I can pressurize it
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The same old posters
Throwin' up the same old poses
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Word of mouth
People spitting without thinking what they really learnin' out
Till peeps starts to wonder what's this itty bitty fuzz's about
A whisper's only a whisper till someone turns and blurts it out
Transforming it into what everybody already heard about
and what my parents shoulda never have known
- Why don't just go and tell 'em now?
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