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Skin pulls back, and holds so tight
surface imperfections, a bumpy sight
discolored knuckles like, you've been in a fight
body starts to rumble, you are not alright
the first thing to go, is dexterity
every movement is manic, and yes that's scary
a clenched fist helps, but only just barely
if you don't warm up soon, you'll sacrifice clarity and
you gon' cold sweat through everything you're wearing see
..the plan to be the man is not uncommon but apparently
..this calamity is damaging the average em-
-cee, you are on stage, there is no plan B
at this very moment, every negative second of
your life, is flashing, leaving a trail of wreckage
and if you don't drop your sails, you have missed the message
if you don't pull your shoot, then you have missed the message
(x2)
hesitation is key to use sparingly
you chose this road, so daringly (you've got to)
stand and give until your last ration or just leave
giving into the panic's not the answer, trust me
i'm full of cold shakes, and coated in second thoughts
but if my throat breaks, then the, message is lost
we're the, dimension of fourth, love without the force
followed by the forfeit, buried in more shit
just know that how you feel, is not how you'll appear
but how you appear, isn't always how you felt
it'll always start out, painful and foreign
I guess what i'm saying, is you can't train for it
…..... moment …...... second
…..... flashing ......... wreckage
...this........moment, every ....... second
..life ..........flashing, leasving …... wreckage
at this very moment, every negative second of
your life, is flashing, leaving a trail of wreckage
and if you don't drop your sails, you have missed the message
if you don't pull your shoot, then you have missed the message
..been running for a while, and out breath but I
went from Radioshack mics to Audio Technica
grabbed my style like “it's time to develop ya!”
smile turning down shit they're selling up
up sells an up charge selling bars claiming
they can make you a star but a, star implodes
and swallows itself whole, a self fulfilling prophecy
nick named the ego, passing it we go
passionately so, laughing in the cheap row
cash is in the pea coat, ash and set fire
to the paper with a weak note, rapping through a key hole (like)
come and cop a secret, it's true so...
you don't need to believe it....
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