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Stunt Show

Something for Kate

Echolalia

2001

You hold me in mid air and you keep me a measure from impact
You stop and ask me if the ringing in your ears might be the sound of thought
You're

Election Night

Bic Runga

Beautiful Collision

2002

Come around for tea 
Dance me round and round the kitchen
By the light of my T.V
On the night of the election

Ancient stars will fall into

So advance in the direction from which the sun has arisen

"I have a dream of utopia with new ideas and inventions"
It will all work out, but you need

thankful for such
'Cause that's the government tool for mind control
And when they control mind, follows body and soul
Yo, democracy sounds great by theory

inventions

Chorus 2X
I am the nigga is I’m not the nigga you are I’m the realist for real the realist nigga by far every time that you see me I’m in

by chance
And I fling my poo

Ay I'm a retard (yay) i can't tie my shoe
I rely on you to keep me alive
(I got mail, yay)

I'm a child, bro
I just found

You take away the bad memories, so we can reminisce
I heard the sound of heavens your invention, and your voice is giving the pitch
Our magnetism

to see some extra commas, nigga
I'm takin' notice, my moves under the telescope
Ya heart sound like Sasquatch under my stethoscope
Put the needle

Yo VIP, let's kick it
Ice, ice baby
Ice, ice baby
clright stop, collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold

All right stop, Collaborate and listen
Dizzy's back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily

sour, growing wise to the lies[00:30.56]And every time I spit bars, I open new eyes[00:33.58]And make them realise they're controlled by TVs in their

washed my hands till they've bled before[01:20.10]And you know just what it sounds like[01:21.82]And this ends with me selling out more[01:24.98]And now

get up and go round[00:54.16]But I'm tryna make up for the sound[00:56.10]But I'm doing my shit with the gang[00:57.98]But you niggas I really can't

is a vital part of you and me

Some would have us bow
In bondage to their dreams
Of little gods who lay down laws to live by
But all these

Definitive

Company Flow

Funcrusher Plus

1997

a high place cinchin, lucky you just the engine 
On a vision quest but my breathe is on 
Bad intentions to herd the lyrical peak, at my inventions

catch wreck as you might reckon
I bend rules but I'm not Beckham
I'm obsessed til the next session
You could tell by my expression
If I ain't into you

I'd read every hobo book collected on my shelf
I fancied that I'd like to try the hobo life myself
I'd live on beans and move about exclusively by

building inside me,
Through my inventions. Through what I’m rhyming. 
I be, hanging from a high beam. Watch me climbing. 
I won’t let this rest, it gets

to turn them wrenches
You’ll see defeat closing in by the inches
Down here in the dirt we get used to all the stenches
I push through the entrance and shoot

Inventions of temples exemplify my mentals with the pen and the pencils
A vessel in tendrils of tranquil and promise and patterns of honor
Passionate

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This is the invention of our lives
Don't

moving through the air
To make a sound
Words attempt to make sense of it
A human invention
No more real than the only ones
That can read it
Do we go

Unmade from the stresses
The stupid fuck's inventions seem a
Little more outlandish than intended
But never seem to phase the little mass of
Pundit's

cshes to ashes, dust to dust
It can't be yall so it must be us
Hottest in the town with the hustlers ambition 
Freshest with sound I just play my