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that sound
They run for cover in the shelter now (Y-O)

There's not enough ways to say Jesus
So I flipped it
Got Thousand Foot Krutch on the track
Laying in my bed I got this feeling
Only silent pictures talk to me this way
In my head by my head sits the soundtrack to the movie
And the voices
perform, cameras are litting 
The return of the swarm, the nighttime storm 
Little kids got bit by the rap exorcist 
My chainsaw mouth split tracks for
many can't outlast
Who these cats who blast gats rehearsin' lines for a movie cast?
But as a central, blaze the track engage
Instamatic sporadic
many can't outlast
Who these cats who blast gats rehearsin' lines for a movie cast?
But as a central, blaze the track engage
Instamatic sporadic
that's right sugar love
Come on

[Chorus: Willie Cottrell]
Josephine, the times are getting tough
Seems to me, you just wont get enough
The rain,
autographs by the G's in the in-stores
And then there's oh mad sex and ASCAP checks
So when I, um, plex it, it's me I'm in the beamer or Lexus
Guess which
sounds strange but tell me who do you believe in
See, since we got our pardon from the Garden of Eden
and pulled a treason
there's been some confusion
Whenever hip-hop's falling off the track
We pick it up, pick it up, pick it up

Til we,
Back on the scene, crispy and clean
Fix me some whiskey and lean
through the neighborhood
When I came across this homeboy
Said he'd fix me up real good
He led me down an alley
And right through a chain link fence
I had
beat
Me and Ren in the black CE, yo,
Poppin' some funky shit by the D.O.C
I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see
I gotta have it if I'm not paid fully
But I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean? 
I'm raging, ripping up the stage and 
Don't it sound amazing 'cause every rhyme is made and 
Thought
But I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean?
I'm raging, ripping up the stage and
Don't it sound amazing 'cause every rhyme is made and

Thought
better at night
When the city's illuminated by neon lights
When the cars cruise by in slow motion
Like we're in a movie a timeout from the struggles in
beat
Me and Ren in the black CE, yo,
Poppin' some funky shit by the D.O.C
I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see
I gotta have it if I'm not paid fully
"You know daddy's home." 
Yeah baby! Get them sounds up Action 
Alright L.G. baby make the track move one time 
"You know daddy's home." 
Uh-huh,
is... that's right sugar love
Come on...

[Chorus: Willie Cottrell]
Josephine, the times are getting tough
Seems to me... you just won't get enough
that's right sugar love
Come on

[Chorus: Willie Cottrell]
Josephine, the times are getting tough
Seems to me, you just wont get enough
The rain,
with these hi-deas

I took a puff puff pass, before I finished touching up the track
Now my minds racing in circles and running laps
Trying to figure
don't need a cigarette, know what I mean?
I'm raging, ripping up the stage and
Don't it sound amazing 'cause every rhyme is made and
Thought of, 'cause
at home there was sadly nothing on 
my childhood had to end, 
the Sound of Music passed me by 
just like the Grateful Dead. 

From Julie Andrews
Diggin' at my soul like the tracks full of ketamine 
Never slowing down fast forward's all I've ever seen, pockets never dry 
Man you can call me
you're in a gangsta scene
With a villain doin damage on a 24 track
With no confusion to finish my conclusion
Rythymatic rhymes from a radio cat
You can't
pack ya track and do 5 flat in your Dodge son
Now let my canine backtrack the copy-cat
Your night life is up, so what you had, you gotta sound track
it out in the world, so people show me love (echoes)
Yeah, I always get it back
This ain't no pimp game here, that's a different track
We talkin' this