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Year 311 (CCCXI) was a common year starting on Monday (link will display the full calendar) of the Julian calendar. At the time, it was known as the Year of the Consulship of Valerius and Maximinus (or, less frequently, year 1064 Ab urbe condita). The denomination 311 for this year has been used si… more »

This one is dedicated to the excitable ones
Not the possums playing dead messing with my head
X amount of action, X amount of games For years again I tell you the same

Gone already to the bored of it all type, lingo That I'm seein' every single night I'm out
Bustin' head for it but your's gets busted Right back lip split and

I messed up but I got back tryin'
Don't bother lyin' 'bout constant disappointment
But the fun is in the hunt so quit actin' on a front And you're unmotivated, sorta faded
But the remedy is not so, get on with what you got
 Remember Lady of Guadeloupe, the times my mother made mole After mass we would get home, the girls are runnin' to the phone And I'm in my bedroom the 45 on my record player
Was we're in this love together 
At the time I never realized how songs haunted
The ones that I heard I played because I wanted Drawin' on my wall from time to time coolin'
Makin' creatures come alive with no schoolin'

When I'm on the microphone The method that I make is much patience The method that I make is much patience I'm waiting for the beat and then I make sense 
Ain't comin' in hot, forgot you definitely got no clue
Ain't comin' in hot, you got, you definitely got so rude
Boy, actin' coy but you got nuts like Almond Joy, I tell ya
This is a tribute 
No one looks as foolish as the excitable ones
But then again there's no one that has this much fun
X amount of action, X amount of games For years again I tell you the same

Once I met a man who made nearly no mistakes He would never bet on a long shot and he never bet on a break and
He's condescending and talks gossip galore But the dude was definitely such a bore, hear me now

I messed up but I got back trying Don't bother lying 'bout constant disappointment
But the fun is in the hunt so quit actin' on a front Yeah, unmotivated, sorta faded
But the real man is not the one hiding behind the gunshot 
Time travelin' through my memory There's a younger dough gazin' at the galaxy Space trippin' veto of the stars Searchin' for UFOs from Neptune and Mars

Ode to an alien, I know you're out there Cosmic, lonely heart tell me if you care
I'm listening for your sound, here on the ground I'm listening for your sound, here on the ground 
When I'm on the microphone The method that I make is much patience The method that I make is much patience I'm waiting for the beat and then I make sense 
Ain't comin' in hot, forgot you definitely got no clue
Ain't comin' in hot, you got, you definitely got so rude
Boy, actin' coy but you got nuts like Almond Joy, I tell ya
This is a tribute 
I'm vexing many mofos but I'm wishing you the best
I keep 'bout half my lyrics and I throw out the rest
'Cause fly on by, you can if you want to
The method that makes sense is patience 

Written by: CHAD SEXTON, DOUGLAS MARTINEZ, NICHOLAS HEXUM

Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing

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