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way to deep
We're two paychecks away from living out on the streets

She's a workin' single mom, like a Saint she don't complain
She never says
Get busy living or get busy dying

Calloused
Rigid
Empty
Because of you

It's all me
All you are
Without me
There's nothing else
There's no
you are
Without me
You're by yourself
There's no one

Hope is out of season
Lost sight
No hint of light
Get busy living or get busy dying

Calloused
was too busy looking at you, baby

Still it's nice to know
That when are bodies wear out
We can get another
What does that one thing have to do
A city freeze
Get on your knees
Pray for warmth and green paper.
A city drought

You're down and out
See your trousers don't taper.
Saddle up
A city freeze
Get on your knees
Pray for warmth and green paper
A city drought
You're down and out
See your trousers don't taper
Saddle up
the umpire
Any chump tryna front (word 'em up)

Jam Boy Magic, Mr. Get-Busy; you get busy too?
Then get with me; we'll get busy, dig me?
Smooth Remy, tool
Who are you 
Hu hu hu hu

I took the tube back out of town
Home to the rolling pin
I felt a little like a dying clown
But with a streak of Rin Tin
Single file in the girls corridor
Come along, Stewart laddie!

Stewart boy, you'll never be much, 
'cause you're too busy acting the fool.
Thank
Who are you
Who who who who

I took the tube back out of town
Home to the rolling pin
I felt a little like a dying clown
But with a streak of Rin
the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow

Some people might get some pleasure out of hate
Me, I've enough already on my plate
People might
and the boys all shout for tomorrow

Some people might get some pleasure out of hate
Me, I've enough already on my plate
People might need some tension to relax
freak in the mini skirt
She was dancing real nasty all the boys like her
You can handle like a dog but you won't get game
You'll only get dog fake
Who are you 
Who who who who

I took the tube back out of town
Home to the rolling pin
I felt a little like a dying clown
But with a streak of Rin
one listens to him
Everybody's busy living and dying
Not thinking bout what they're doing

But look at the boy who

Went out in the world to save
and the boys all shout for tomorrow

Some people might get some pleasure out of hate
Me, I've enough already on my plate
People might need some tension
living down by the creek
Getting mired in the mud
No liquor for a week
I feel the cold in my blood

Here's a very busy lady 
On her knees in
the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow

Some people might get some pleasure out of hate
Me, I've enough already on my plate
People might
So this dying slowly
It seemed better than shooting myself
This dying slowly
It seemed better than shouting it out

I make some coffee
Pull
sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow

Some people might get some pleasure out of hate
Me, I've enough already on my plate
People might need some
Verse One: Q-Tip 
Yup yup yup 
To the North to the South to the East to the West 
I don't discriminate boy I bring it to your chest 
If you
(Cut it nice)

(Get ready to get busy)

[ VERSE 1 ]
It's been so long and I paid my dues
And with rhymes like these, yo, Shan can't lose
You won't
dying to see
How you flow out them clothes
Then you put it on me
Feelings coming on strong
I know that it's wrong
I can't let you get the best of me

(You
dying to see
How you flow out them clothes
Then you put it on me
Feelings coming on strong
I know that it's wrong
I can't let you get the best of me

(You
a good time

I've been waiting so long for you to go crazy
Let me get right to the point, get busy boy!
Punk disco, punk punk disco
Yeah, I get right