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Exit without trace 
After we edit your face 
You know I come in peace 
Until the tension is released 
You know I come in peace 
Until the tension is
Fall from your mind to your mouth.
Can I take you home?

Am I second guessing?
Am I asking too much?
One simple word will set the record straight.
guilt
And their rules
 
They teach you that you're just a number
As they program you in school
So by the time you're out
In their world on your own
the middle
Of your disk jockey program
This is the mark of a professional

Yeah, if you could throw a couple yeah, uuh
Right, when he's playin' the drum, you
shooting blanks
Or placing props in your place

Defiled by the time that I write this a checklist
A way to shape the taste of things to come
To listen,
arms speeded elation 
Beating out your salvation 

But when the tape stopped you were gone 
A half measure from home 
This week I recreate 

Edit
[Chorus: x2]

Is there a funnel from her mind to your mouth now?
Cause you don't edit anything, it just comes out.

I gotta say it's pretty gay trading
on a memo
In the form of a bad country demo

[Chorus]

Is there a funnel from her mind to your mouth now
Because you don't edit anything
It just comes
elation
Beating out your salvation
But when the tape stopped you were gone

A half measure from home

This week I recreate
Edit you back into
could never understand what I go through
There could never be another [edit] fillin' my shoes
Sometimes I wonder how I made this far
In the gang set
never defined
Filthy as swine
A generation purin it's own mind
Legal extortion
Blown out of proportion
In vein deceit
The truth is obsolete
Only
tell us that your words are scary
They're revolutionary
Because we speak the truth 
About crime and drugs
And expose the real thugs
This info is not
I read your mind
But it wasn't a very interesting read
The plot was contrived
And the characters were too consumed by need

Page by page
went after King
When he spoke out on Vietnam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot

Yeah!
Yeah, back in this
Wit' poetry, my mind I
OG , big truck series, the cars is gone
Any questions? I'll be directing your comments
To alkatron...sing that shit

[Chorus]
A primitive mind is all
name 
Is not David Copper-Filled 
Pockets, never net a man 
Who don't hate it 
So let it be stated 
Niggas couldn't fade it with an 
Edit
MC's chokin'
And thinkin, "What's that SHIT they be smokin'?"
I'm so focused, simple chronic halitosis

Keep my shit funky when I spit this
they be smokin?"
I'm so focused, simple chronic halitosis
Keep my shit funky when I spit this braggadocious
{*hach, spit*} why'all niggaz got some
stand.
Loyalty torched dignity,
Burned him up and he ran.
There's nothing worse than a radio edit.
Girls' fashion's callous, the standard
Is angry,
of what they got
Youknowmsayin?
Just cause of what they drive
But they don't understand, man
This is poetry
This is a artform
This is what we do
And..
If
Censorship that ain't the way to be
I thought you said this country was free?

Radio suckers never play me
Radio suckers never play me

Tone it down, is
my body
I can't keep my hands off you
Your body is my party
I'm doing this little dance for you
You got me so excited
Now it's just me and you
as I plug to the sink box
Wu-Tang Incorp. take your brain on spacewalk
Talk strange like B-jork, great hero Jim Thorpe
How can I put it? Life is like
of a song be a reflection of a pedigree
Better than your back catalogue recipe

The legacy by which the entire world remembers me
Quote, do not edit me;
Yeah!
Yeah, back in this...
Wit' poetry, my mind I flex
Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin' dat finesse
Whadda I got to, whadda I got to do to wake