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The Mad Conductor
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Powerful Move
I'm barely there in the therapy chair Wearing a black straight jacket made of Cherokee hair The doctor said I better start acting logical Or to get a better source of income because his fees are astronomical I asked him now what in tarnation are you stressing You know my occupation at the delicatessen 7 double 0 an hour's what it pays And I get a 7 cent raise every 7 days All the lemon scent sprays leave a pleasant haze ....and take me back to My child hood, wearing propeller caps and small shorts This kid named Raekwon'd rob me on ball courts Mad 'cause I never had cash, he'd demand My sandwich sardines with elderberry jam At times I was feeling like a toad in the fable I swore I'd turn the table, and broke from the stable Now I can't compete with the Jones Only 'cause I'm kinda homeless, dead broke and slightly out of focus Pretty soon I'll be living in a place where every Month is like June and I'm punching right through With the grammar when they slam a drum or rock a Space Steady groove then I charge up like Blanca Ring a fool's bell like Hector Salamanca With a single finger, I'm not an singer I'm an emcee with a venom filled stinger Awoken from a coma on a broken sofa In a motor home in Tulsa, Oklahoma Comin' straight at you, tearing up your tissue Blasting a rocket that's not gonna miss you If I stopped rapping it'd sour the groove So I'll bust your pustule with powerful move
There's never been a better time to strike Let's hit 'em with a Powerful Move! There's never been a better day to take 'em down Let's hit 'em with a Powerful Move!
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Your song's a joke, it hits the gag reflex Should've been recalled, it's got lots of bad defects It's like I'm brushing with toothpaste laced with joker venom Face seized up to the crooked rhythm You'd bite my style if it wasn't made of iron But your teeth are too brittle, saw 'em chippin' when you're smilin So think again before you try to sink 'em in Or I'll sin and pin my incisors in Girls get rough in the pit when they hear my smooth voice 'Kick another verse, rudeboy!' My style is a child of thalidomide from another planet Catch me on tour flippin' out like a hammock Or lazing in the bushes, outdoors ducking craziness On the outskirts of life's radius In an out of body experience on a flight to Tacoma I learned reality was nonexistent like my high school diploma And I'm left here to wonder in confusion Why wasn't I invited to the 10 year reunion? It's possible my notice was lost in the mail Or maybe they figured that I never made bail The truth is I am out of jail The future is an ocean, let's set sail I'm a man with out a country A moon without a planet of which to orbit around That's why I'm sounding funky Forgot about the Alamo, remembered the Navajo Pushed politicians toward a ghetto in New Mexico We'll never be beaten You couldn't get my arteries bleeding When I'm sleeping during archery season And if I stopped rebelling I'd have nothing to do So I'm blasting right through with a powerful move
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