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T. Rex were a British rock band, formed in 1967 by singer/songwriter and guitarist Marc Bolan. The band formed as Tyrannosaurus Rex, releasing four underground folk albums under the name. Tony Visconti (their producer for several albums) claimed in a documentary on the band that he had taken to using the abbreviated term "T. Rex" as a shorthand, something that initially irritated Bolan, who gradually came around to the idea and officially shortened the band's name to "T. Rex" at roughly the same time they started having big hits (shortly after going electric). more »

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I'm Not Who I Used To Be
I'm not who I used to be
There's something wrong with me
I'm numb I don't feel a thing

There's something wrong with me
I rap like I got a demon in me
Sometimes I'm off beat
But maybe that's just the energy that I bring

I can't hear a snare when it's lyrics I see
Can't find a god if it's the devil you seek
I can see a lie in truth's disguise when you speak
My response gets you mad but it's honesty

This pace ain't my velocity
I'm meant to unleash
I'm a beast that feasts
So what the f*ck am I doing

Letting your hate influence
Thoughts that I'm queuing
I live in the booth
I dig deeper bleed it out chester

Chester speaking the truth
My Lincoln parked in the booth
Lyrical wisdom for the youth
Knocking on the devil's door with a boot

Me versus me like a guest too
I feed you like I nest you
A bird's view from wings grew
Thoughts that I knew

Wake and bake at high noon
Is it too soon
I shoot for the moon
Brand new I'm still a cocoon

First album to boom
I'm still in PJ's and Looney Tunes
Sipping chocolate milk in cartoons
Guess who

Punked if you thought it was you
My lines puncture like I Kutcher
Over your head I'm the butcher
Where's the beat I took her

Keep talking shit
Be more than mics
Your girl wants me to spit
Sweeter on this instrument

Than sugar I came with
Submission your submit
Or did I say cement
Me as a lyricist im the summit

Hard for you to stomach
You can have your cadence
I'm casing to this
I got no space for fakes

That think I won't be great
That's why I'm okay
Clause me to sleigh
A gift that came today

Every time that I wake
Insane with my wordplay
F*ck what I say
These words you ain't

When someone's mind's displayed
And you hate
Pick yourself up
Do what you do

This can never take that part of you
Feeling so gray
Keep em at bay
Don't let em decay

The longer they stay
The longer you fade
Just another way
You don't get better today

The good outweighs
Even if I'm delayed
Don't sit back and wait
Attack the day

Make em make the first move
Conway
I'm coaching like Bombay
Knuckle puck from straight away

Blocking the hate like Goldberg
Guarding the gate
Flocking V with my team
As we fly away

I'm not who I used to be
There's something wrong with me
Something wrong with me
Something wrong with me

I'm numb I don't feel a thing
There's something wrong with me
Something wrong with me
Something wrong with me

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