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the bounty, we've fallen into the same ditch too many times and we've run out of gas,
So it's time the car was sold.

The metaphor's gone stale now, we'll get

All vague and satiric, odd rhyme schemes and meters

I'm wincing at poor form and indistinct metaphors
"Like stale bits of petit four," or "like amateur

the banks
Who fund the war
Killin' with tanks
Who own the jails
Who make the food
Shit getting stale
What's up with the news
The past never dead cause it

Weirdest kid on the block zombies ate my neighbors
You the walking dead if its world war z from my metaphors 
I'm The dawn of the dead king

woke up it seems the morning's done
start to laugh when i should run
getting sick of the stale uneaten crumbs 

i found you out
replaced the bone

doh
Ever single last one of you songs are plain and stale
If you was a train
I'd run you awf the rails
Awf awf awf awf awf awf the rails
Awf awf awf awf

THAT COME WITH PAIN AND HEARTACHE EVERY GHETTO YOUTH WAH GREAT WHEN THE SUN DOWN FALL RAIN, 
HARD WORK MI PUTTING SUH MI LYRICS THEM CYAA STALE HIGH

your cheddar
I see a hole in it hard and stale from outside weather
Rats will come and get it you watch your watch and bling
They'll run with it man

Organized Konfusion

Organized Konfusion

Organized Konfusion

1991

knuckles and watchin the blood spill in
down the sewer, always knew I could do a brother
with a crew of, good MC's
Or maybe even a few are stale MC's
I

metaphors while scores
Of rhymes secrete from my pores
I just start laugh at the optical
Auditory riff-raff spectrograph
It's daft to think you won't clash

a war of words you'll end up at Robert Wood
Got my pen game good
With the wordplay, metaphors but sing like Sinatra could
From Camden to Hoboken I'm

rewind back
Rewind back, no, no, no
Bloody thoughts and liquor don't mix well
Drips murk the flavor so everything bitter, taste stale
Feel derailed, ain't

Catching the light off your eyes as I'm listening
To all the warm words you speak as I try to comprehend 
Intently processing the metaphors you wave and bend

and the gangs
Be the things or the fangs
That will get my life diminishing
No like no as[s], no simile
In my core there's a war no metaphor
Heart wanna yell like

I'm constrained from my ego
Constrained from my home
Constrained from the people who always helped me grow
My roots have grown stale and my lyrics

feel more stale than dusty swisher sweat leafs
Feel like the lungs of an old head I'm twenty three
Feel like the guts laid out on the tray on repeat
Keep

you'll always follow one
A great culling a bag of sheered humans gone stale
You all get wool packs like Emmerdale
Stockholm syndrome we look up to our

an illusion, the intrusion of white man on black land ain't improving.
My addiction is all a collusion.
A white sheet, pulled over your eyes,
That's a metaphor

a metaphor 
But the blade was too real
I know it was true
Cuz one day he would reveal
Ideations of self destruction 
cnd the seeds of depression
While we ate

of being a famous DJ just to find that I'd hate it
Always traveling, never home
Late nights in those stale clubs
With burnt out thirty years olds
And people

Hello Ego

John Reuben

Are We There Yet?

2000

How you're so fresh and all else is stale n' old
It's getting old plus man I've heard it all before
Pointless verses covered up in metaphors
Now

Ooooooooh, Oooh.

Even a vow that breaks
Is a metaphor; nothings for sure.
Even a tooth that cracks can bite your back.

Even a heart that's pure,
Is