Lyrics:
the guitarist Volvat Amadeus Paprika, whose stage name is Nylon. He's not really interested in playing if he isn't forced to. But he does have one all-consuming
then you sell your soul for a leading role so wear it for a while
And if I can't hear the music
And the audience is gone
I'll dance here on my own.
of atlantic city, new jersey.
Howard kaylan:
He's making me do this, ladies and gentlemen. I wouldn't do it if it weren't for this. you noticed, all through
thing
Okay
Sounds good
what now?
I can't even imagine an audience for my shit
That homeless guy said we were ahead of our time then split
His cousin
thee?
I'm gonna send thee three by three
Three for the Hebrew children
Two for Paul and Silas
One for the itty bitty baby
Who was born, born, born
(Great John on the beat by the way)
I was on tour for four months we was overseas (Greenlight Gang)
Did fifty-five shows in forty-five countries (woah)
picture on a wall
I don't need the grandeur of it all
All I want is You and You alone
You alone
An audience of One is all I ask for
An audience of One is
so below I was born with horns and a halo
Peasant to king and I'm out for a milli no flow
Talking my shit fuck a audience, this ain't a show
Talking my
m all.
Big up to my mom's and paps- for l3ttin' your boy writ3 songs
Now my lif3's abov3 I'm making 3m racks, som3 calling' 3m bands also.
I know you don't
keep thinking ”it’s just time before he’s leaving”
The audience is longing for that act 3
(The audiences is, dying from the tension)
But it’s
It’s
oh hey hey hey, hold on.
Yeah, that's the one by me, yo. Yeah. {the beat starts}
They just don't know, I'm in the strip club tonight.
I ain't
kids on the map
Smoking weed to relax forever
Searching for a map to a place where they ain't under attack
Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock
table to warm, a new neighbor to warn
And people at the label I'm on
Crunch time, what you think the forty-four is for
When I grub, I want the whole
whores, H O
I got a food table to warm, a new neighbor to warn
And people at the label I'm on
Crunch time, what you think the forty-four is for
When I
going to do it? Ok? Ready
1, 2, 1, 2, 3 sing
(AUDIENCE)
Do like I do like I do like I do hey
Well that really sucks come on
Do like I do like I do like I
the audience
Of the people and they said
Yo my present self still looking for shit
That my past self feeling old
And my future self is iconic
As musical formats
for participating and the slaughtering
Eating steaks at the same spot they killed Paulie in
Frank White's three in the quarter taping your daughter in
It's a demo
It's a demo
It's a demo
It's a demo
People in the audience Kool G Rap is my name
I write rhymes and insert them inside your
by Whitney Houston back in 1992
I don't do it for the views, no, I do it for fulfillment
And as long as that is true can't nobody take that from you,
as manipulative serial assaulters like “BC”
Bill Cosby always gave me weird vibes with his authoritarian father figure posturing
I’ve had a disdain for authority
mag for arse
Four. Three rules of audience
Five. Mug of Geoff Travis, framed
Six. The book Theft is Vision by the brothers Copeland.
What you
clay shoes
Playing 1-4-5 chords like good news
And cursed with skin that calls for blood
They put their face and feet in mud
But oh they
say (uh)
I admit I can't spell for shit
I admit that all I hear is hits (oh)
I admit that I couldn't read the teleprompter
When the Grammy's asked
my problems for my audience to see
Yeah that’s me, just can’t help but do it again
I can’t undo it, I can only pretend
If I could go back when
Every
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