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letra de eggfooyun - the gateway drug

[verse one- the top civilian]
i grew up in a different time and place
different type of blood in my veins, some give and take
a sentence break is indicated with a comma
it could be the proper place to create your own fake drama
but oh ah oh ah ah no one likes that
you b-tches are addicted to emotions: that’s a fact
i sat back unattached for too many minutes
my hat is tight now, years ago i bought it fitted
i watched my generation go from fresh to vintage;
lookin’ at the tv to see who’s next to mimic
i wore awesome sweat pants six days a week
watched up all-night on usa when i couldn’t sleep
i used to peek at scribbly channels to see girls naked
my future wife’s on internet p-rn, so download and rate it
i’m not a s-d-st, but i like to play with the egos
of emcees who actually think that they’re my equals, out these peepholes

“substances…chemicals…drugs…affect the way your body works.”

[verse two- mc brew]
i can’t even come simplistic when i missed it
that is this point i’ve tried to reach
impeach the rest of the pungent point of views
and anoint a few ears
that are more than just out of reach. i’ve been sent to bet that this doubt in speech
will not reap—it’s gotta weep something
that’s nonstop when it’s flowing
growin’ a special batch, to heck with that
stressful past memory that’s asking for more fruitless remembrance
got keep on keepin’, reachin’, movin’
i’ve been teached- or i mean, taught improvement
to youthful, fruitful individuals, who keep a senseful hymn flow
and be more sensible
i’ll put dents in those who merely test how far their ego will stretch
but do you realize all of us people are next?
writing this isn’t a readable text
and, ‘yes’ is the word beyond a herd of sheep with some worthless speech

[verse three- the top civilian]
i’ll get your sticks and stones stoned and drive ‘em home
tell ‘em to call me again in the days of styrofoam decay
so write a real poem or watch what you say
i’m a real new roman and my time is today
been sick of playing games since days of milton bradley
changing channels more often than drunks hail taxis
with only gravity to hold me down
steady grip of fantasies help spin the needle around…around…

[verse four- mc brew]
a vocation that’s innovative has been located:
it’s right here. communicate effectively
don’t have to be out of the ordinary, but then again i choose to
screw’s loose to retighten the mounting
to not necessarily confuse who?
it’s just mind expansion through the rhyme enhancement that’s enchanting
that’s running rampant yet i stay planted
hand on my heart to add to this anthem

- the gateway drug

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