kids, whats up Remember when I used to be dope, yeah I owned a pocket full of fame But look what you're doing now, Well I know, I know I lost touch with
, Lyte is not fragile 'Cause if they think this, brothers can get, foul They?ll use, bruise and abuse Dump your ass and be sure to choose The next fresh fish
another one Battle cold heart radio, feedback the pain Reoccuring messages of badness Reoccuring living bad dreams at the vortex of lost souls Wailing lost souls
Teenage Fanclub/De La Soul/Tom Petty/Jeff Lynne Travelling at the speed of love Hey kids, whats up Remember when I used to be dope, yeah I owned a pocket
(plates 7-10) In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy, drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead, the road of excess leads
cold HIV, lost hope Overweight, self esteem Misfit, broken dream Fish tank, small bowl Closed mind, dark hold Cybergirl, droid control Get away now they trying to steal your soul
step sound it's a battered soul crown and now it's your cut feet on the ground you try to look up but still fall down and i sail on with the fish is
soul cuz mine is worn down But from the pregance of my hardship was born style Still my pen bleeds and stains the paper with thought Finding me lost among
not another one Battle Cold heart radio Feedback The pain Recurring messages of badness Recurring living bad dreams at the vortex of lost souls Wailing lost souls
lost soul, Ground control to lost soul. If you copy... come in lost soul. Come in lost soul. We lost contact."(- Josh Brown) Abort Mission. We lost contact
a word Your arts absolutely absurd I'm precise and you can't compare to me and shine dead right Get ready to be turned you into food for fishes And leave
's beckoning me. Yes living hand-to-mouth it can be fun for a while Simple things please simple minds - do you see me smile? I've broke my bread and fishes
They wanna know what I mean with my rhymes They think I'm gonna tell em, I'll never let it happen You won't find me (dead or alive) You won't catch me (dead
[plates 7-10] In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy, drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead, the road of excess leads
: [plates 7-10] In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy, drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead, the road of excess leads
with thought Finding me lost among statues and mainstream idols Browning in melted ice to reinforce that breath is vital If your father and his father were fish
Violent J:] A black sand storm is approaching the metropolis Sucking up sunlight it moves ontop of us Beaches of black sand are littered with dead fish
that break beat The beat breaks while I drink a red stripe to get my head right Maybe put some life into this dead mic You fuckers got nerve, you're lost