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anything
that can't be had from one of them.
It's better than money.

We're alive.
We get by.
You can spend the night.
You can sleep right here.
The crescent moon sits waxing in the clear, blue sky tonight 
Joanna sits relaxing down by the riverside 
The cigarette she's smoking, a symbol
As soon as you try to step off you self-destruct
I came to overcome before I'm gone
By showin' and provin' and lettin' knowledge be born
Then after that
Capture this funakthon loaded by the Mecca Don
Into the red zone, you spot my skull and crossbone alone
To fill the Watergates, slaughter great,
story I tell E.B. 

Nobody beats the "are", check out my melody... 



[Verse Two:] 



So what if I'm a microphone fiend addicted soon as I
As soon as you try to step off you self-destruct
I came to overcome before I'm gone
By showin' and provin' and lettin' knowledge be born
Then after that
the "are", check out my melody...

[Verse Two:]

So what if I'm a microphone fiend addicted soon as I sing
One of these for MC's so they don't have
story I tell E.B. 

Nobody beats the "are", check out my melody... 



[Verse Two:] 



So what if I'm a microphone fiend addicted soon as I
story I tell E.B. 

Nobody beats the "are", check out my melody... 



[Verse Two:] 



So what if I'm a microphone fiend addicted soon as I
sorry I kept you
Thinking of this  you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio  hand on the dial  soon
I'm sorry I kept you 
Thinking of this  you keep repeating you miss 
The rhymes from the microphone soloist 
And you sit by the radio  hand
the architect
So respect 'em
I disconnect 'em,
Soon as I inject 'em

With radiation
Put 'em by the basement
Bust his chest open
Bash his face in

Let it split 'em
As soon as you try to step off you self-destruct
I came to overcome before I'm gone
By showin' and provin' and lettin' knowledge be born
Then after that
sorry I kept you
Thinking of this  you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio  hand on the dial  soon
sorry I kept you
Thinking of this  you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio  hand on the dial  soon
the architect
So respect 'em
I disconnect 'em,
Soon as I inject 'em

With radiation
Put 'em by the basement
Bust his chest open
Bash his face in

Let it split 'em
story I tell E.B. 

Nobody beats the "are", check out my melody... 



[Verse Two:] 



So what if I'm a microphone fiend addicted soon as I
sorry I kept you
Thinking of this, you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio, hand on the dial, soon
I'm sorry I kept you 
Thinking of this  you keep repeating you miss 
The rhymes from the microphone soloist 
And you sit by the radio  hand
[mark]
Hey, whassup?
This is mark
I'm not in right now
So leave a message
And I'll get back to you as soon as possible
Peace

[lucille middleton]
I'm sorry I kept you 
Thinking of this  you keep repeating you miss 
The rhymes from the microphone soloist 
And you sit by the radio  hand
the problem?
[D] The problem?

The problem is this is disgusting
There's utter chaos everywhere
It's just too soon to speculate what exactly happened
But
sorry I kept you
Thinking of this, you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio, hand on the dial, soon
sorry I kept you
Thinking of this  you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio  hand on the dial  soon
wrecked by the architect, so respect 'em
I disconnect 'em, soon as I inject 'em with radiation
Put 'em by the basement, bust his chest open
Bash his face