Lyrics:
just joy, it's a multi-purpose tool!
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Where can I turn but to the only friends I ever knew
Going to back to
Bottles and Barstools these are the favorite tools
Of any lonely fool who
Mouseker hey, mouseker hi, mouseker ho
Mouseker ready, mouseker set, here we go
You're a thinking and a solving working througher
Mouseker me,
rounds
And that's grounds for separation
Preparation for better things
Gonna grow a new set of wings
And fly away
Robot action, conditioned response
Hey you boy, hey you
Hey you boy, think that you know what you're doing
You think you're gonna set things to rights
You're just another picture
To make my father proud
To make my mother smile
I need not conquer worlds or fame
Nor set the pace for style
If I can follow through
On what
To make my father proud
To make my mother smile
I need not conquer worlds or fame
Nor set the pace for style
If I can follow through
On what
Come on, take my hand
I can set you free
Make you rich and wise
We can live forever
Look into my eyes
Sinister purpose
Knockin' at your door
paint myself into corners anymore
In a brittle heart of clay
I threw my brushes away
The tools of the trade that chained your memory to me
Are out
Hey you boy, hey you
Hey you boy, think that you know what you're doing
You think you're gonna set things to rights
You're just another picture
through your brains
Spastic flailing literally raising my roof
An adrenal mental man-tool box explodes in music creates utopia
You gnarl out on my nerves
through your brains
Spastic flailing literally raising my roof
An adrenal mental man-tool box explodes in music creates utopia
You gnarl out on my nerves
Go!!
This ain't a test, fuck the rest
Time to set the record straight
Talk your shit, behind my back
Let's hear you say it to my face
I've heard
Hip-Hop as an international culture
Of peace and prosperity it is also a set of
Principles which advise all Hip-Hoppers on
How to sustain the peaceful
Multi-colored microbus
Plowing over rugged terrain
We're jacking the radio
Passing the afternoon train
Around the roses she showed us
Hyacinths
there
A soul that's been set free
From the confines of a working life
To find eternity
Your old man had a cage for his pigeons
But that's really
words
Or would I live at all
Words and music - my only tools
Communication
So on her arrival I will set free the birds
Its a pretty time of year,
at the University college ten dining commons multi-purpose room
yes I remember it all quite clearly now I was packing up my things
when a young female student said
could use some lovin'
Just some simple TLC
I put a message in a bottle
Made a wish and set it free
I put a message in a bottle
And then I asked
A bullet from the back of a bush
Took Medgar Evers' blood
A finger fired the trigger to his name
A handle hid out in the dark
A hand set
And that's grounds for separation
Preparation for better things
Gonna grow a new set of wings
And fly away
Robot action, conditioned response
Manufacture
Rigor mortis sets in, achieving thrills
The doctor is in
Thrusting tools incyst
Our minds are tools that wreck
The bonesaw abused
Your spleen
A bullet from the back of a bush
Took Medgar Evers' blood
A finger fired the trigger to his name
A handle hid out in the dark
A hand set the spark
Hey you, boy, hey you
Hey you boy, think that you
Know what you're doin'?
You think you're gonna set things to rights
You're just another picture
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