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It's 11 o'clock in the evening - I'm barefoot -
And I'm logged-on to the INTERNET.
I usually pickup my e-mail in the afternoon
But on weekends
die 

Blake makes friends but only for a minute 
He prefers the things he orders from the internet 
And Blake's been having trouble with his head
a dime//
Groupie love, fake friends, and world tours  what i got with these rhymes//
You pull a gun? i pull a knife there's no stopping this guy//
Or break
parties's ease
Changed to public lavatories
Have turned to grey his pretty golden hair

Oh his life was only used
And his body just abused
By those who
Now I can understand
Friends who want to tell me
Think they're gonna help me open up my eyes
But the play-by-play
Makes me want to lose it
Every
didn't know the cold hard facts of life

I passed a little winestore on the corner I pictured big champagne by candle light
I stopped the car right then
up
The dance well come by
Yuh see the whole place 
Tun up, tun un un up
Tun up, tun un un up
Tun up, tun un un up
Tun up, tun un un up
Tun up,
mind

Now I can understand friends who want to tell me
They think they're gonna help me, open up my eyes
But the play by play makes me want to lose
box you in stronger than oxen friend
Accidents happen I'm a phenomenon
Looking at me is like staring at the ring too long, you have seven days
Witness
When there weren't any parties, 
She'd park by the quarry, 
Walk into the woods until she came to a clearing 
Where townies would gather and drink
of the great white way

Accepted by Manhattan's elite
In all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George

Along the boulevards he'd
of the great white way

Accepted by Manhattan's elite
In all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George

Along the boulevards he'd
a box
To buy your grandpa a new Buck knife to replace the one you lost

Steal your daddy's Pontiac and plant it in a ditch
Watch him walk to work all
objects got me sharp as an arrow
While my gypsy for a mama reads cards from the tarot
I'm a alchemist strategist
Internet rap star
Saw ya bitch hanging
Ladies and gentlemen, make some noise!
Aw shit, yeah
Y'all ready to get this shit started or what?
Aight, well I brought some friends with me too
life and times, deadly like the virus design 
But too, minute to dilute, the science is mine 

You can't party your life away 
Drink your life away
friend
So just get your boys and bring the noise and just swing it
And party people in the house, sing it

Treat me right
I'll treat you good

Party people
EL-P Speaking:

Is there anyone close.. by.. who can listen to this?
And who can see it.. plain as day
Look how it FALLS down
Falls down upon
What's wrong with our future? (4x)

Verse One:

Bust this

How long will this last?
A friend to the end, a memory in the past
You think you're big, cause
friend
So just get your boys and bring the noise and just swing it
And party people in the house, sing it

Treat me right
I'll treat you good

Party people
these kids tell their friends and relatives where I live
So my address ends up on the internet again
So then, I do an interview with Spin, tellin them
[E] they can do or say whatever they want to us
[E] and that we won't retaliate
[X] Protect my motherfuckin self, by ANY
[both] MEANS, NECESSARY
[E]
a gun threat
When they high off of drugs they haven't even done yet (Huh?)
So bring the money by tonight, cause your wife
Said this the biggest knife
of drugs they haven't even done yet (Huh?)
So bring the money by tonight, cause your wife
Said this the biggest knife she ever saw in her life (Help me! Help
on the internet?)
After you download this album, listen to it with no interruptions
So all of yo' friends could come over and have the dopest discussions

Ugh,