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Of dream reality 
I'm frightened by the total goal 
Drawing to the ragged hole 
And I ain't got the power anymore 
No I ain't got the power anymore
Of dream reality 
I'm frightened by the total goal 
Drawing to the ragged hole 
And I ain't got the power anymore 
No I ain't got the power anymore
reality
I'm frightened by the total goal
Drawing to the ragged hole
And I ain't got the power anymore
No, I ain't got the power anymore

I'm
reality
I'm frightened by the total goal

But drawing to the ragged hole
And I ain't got the power, anymore
No I ain't got the power anymore

I'm
more than the pen that wrote the past
Or am I just a sand enslaved by the hourglass?

If you look beyond the blindfold
You’ll find the hole in my
corvette
Lionel, Dave and the butcher made three
You got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinny bone tree
With the strings of a washburn

Stretched
from a red Corvette
Lionel and Dave and the butcher made three
You got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
With the strings
Corvette
Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made three
Well, you got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
With the strings of a Washburn stretched
[intro: A friend's voicemail to Dave]
Dave, whattup man?
It's me
Umm.. just callin to see, if possible, if you have any
Time today or within
(round two)
Kurt was in a band with Mr. Dave Grohl
Dave was in Scream, that's the band not the movie
Courtney loved to scream for a band called Hole
from a red Corvette
Lionel and Dave and the butcher made three
You got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
With the strings
slowly die
Smiles change into a sneer
washed away by whiskey tears
In the quicksand of their mind they disappear
Still nobody's buying flowers from
we doin it
Broadcasting, LIVE from WBBE
You know how we do it
We got a special guest in the house
He goes by the name of Dave New York
Dave, we
John the Wood went out one day
To view the scene from a different angle
He stood and watched a child at play
A-tinkling on an old triangle
Dave
why?
'cause the brothers that I knew with the rise drove by
Only nice in the days looking down the road
Seeing beautiful girls with the car load
Yeah
through the bandages 
And judging by your smile it's been going exactly just how you planned it
It's sick

Why you gotta push me to the limit?
Why you
to understand 
Bringin me drama is a handstand in quicksand 
I've been hot so long, I'm immune 
Your rap career get cut short like Poom-Pooms 

[Chorus]
[Hook: Unknown Singer]
Live by the gun, die by the forty (x7)

[Killah Priest]
I see demons in the atmosphere
Gats appears out of nowhere
Blood
the bullets fly
In my Hummer truck, bullets coming through my car door
I had contract killers staying at my condo
Got a hole in your folk just to show I
after ten or fifteen minutes he went back to the hole to check the height... full of water! Must have come from the river, eh?
Steve: Dunno...someone
to understand 
Bringin me drama is a handstand in quicksand 
I've been hot so long, I'm immune 
Your rap career get cut short like Poom-Pooms 

[Chorus]
why?
'cause the brothers that I knew with the rise drove by
Only nice in the days looking down the road
Seeing beautiful girls with the car load
Yeah
(c'mon!)
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
If you the bullet-hole-in-a-stop-sign kind
Then I'm right there wit'cha, put your drinks up high
For
are fresh
'Cos you're a fish and I'm a water sign
My laid-back pimp walk is linear by design
Gold fronts soul I shotee now watch you shine
Me and C-Know
by stitch, ain't this a bitch
Sweeter than lemonade, stronger than a hand-grenade
Rhymes are laid, go deeper than a mermaid
Louder than a siren, I'm