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Real Talk

Cassidy

Split Personality

2004

Full Surface (Full Surface)
Good evening Cassidy, Real Talk

Life is cruel but you can choose your life
An' if you 'on't make the right moves you

These surfaces are shiny
Anything wipes off them
These surfaces are hard
Nothing seems to mark them
Breakfast ends at 10 AM
Do you think we could be

n'seront qu'une surcharge
C'est pas la peine puis bien trop
Peu d'entre eux reverront la surface

Je reviens de là où chaque
Corps doit s'forcer à vivre
J'ai

Built by real rhymes straight up menace, heh
Bring ya mics out and let the games begin
So we can battle for control of the city's grid
We da realist

Destroyed by M.T.V., 
I hate to bite the hand that feeds me so much information.
The pressure's on the screen to sell you things that you don't

of father Thor - the superior in the sky
was brought to us, by the lion. The salvation when we die
Door of Thor to Walhalla, is wide open to the one
who knows

body beneath the skies
Erotic wishes, my heart has failed
Incalculable is the surface's breath
Paralyzed form - the ring of death
Steps on the stairs

Underneath

The Verve Pipe

Underneath

2001

one time pounding on the wall now lulled to sleep by lowered voices
 Is waking

 Fight with little purpose
 Only meaning to scratch the surface

many into dolls
I have to deal with all of it by myself
I don’t need any of that false sense of help
I’d rather be sad than fall into the trap
That

never find it's way
Time that we wasted on everything basic
It comes to the surface and I don't deserve this
So pray, just pray
For everything you thought

What could you lose by lovin me
Go deeper, deeper
Beneath the surface
Dive in heart first
Go deeper, deeper
Sink in lover
Promise not to drown ya
Now you

a reason
Not to give up while we can
But we all
Hang on, hang on
In these hard times
Hang on, hang on
We’re still breathing in the surface
Hanging by

Yeh
And you know they say
You can never judge a book by its cover
Yuh know
You can never really see
What's inside a person
You only see what's

It feels like my life is so worthless 
Money getting don't deserve it
Drugs heal the pain but it still seems to surface 
So I gotta watch for my

before, oh

Standing by, the fallacies that got us here
The answers always dancing somewhere in the verse
Don't keep standing by,
You're living, breathing

of the game 
For I am defiant 
Smooth criminal
I take the game by surprise 
Scared for what's next
Can you cover your eyes 
I'm a black man
In a white boy's

Man I´m hustling off my ass
About to be releasing regularly tracks
Growing into my greatest self by what I express in my raps
Homie I don´t need

and fairytales aren’t always what you learnt
Cause as I’m sure you know by now, you were raised on a foundation of lies
Last night I played hangman on my skin with

We're all fucking rats
Living in a maze that's one big trap
Born into a world of claymation
Defined by a ceramic mold
Look around
Can you tell

of the ocean floor
Pulling me under the surface

All the memories flashes by and I second-guess myself
Did I make the right decision?
Do you remember what our

the morning
Yearning for a spark that might have sent my senses soaring
I won't be missing my purpose or just skimming the surface
Rather risk it all and end up

a minute. One minute. And is there a way we can do something like that by injection inside or or almost a cleaning? Because you see it gets on the lungs

across the surface of the sea
And land there is no cover to protect yourself from this agony
Long ago microbes darted around in the dark to save themselves

the surface. Temperatures here are just above freezing. A desolate, alien landscape slowly emerges in the perpetual darkness, illuminated only by