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letra de what's required (madvillain remix) - the thought

[intro: the thought]
blaqknoiz
da-da-da-da-da-da
da-da-da-da-duh
yo

[verse: the thought]
ain’t never had a day without the shade that i be married to
ain’t never out the way until my blade been buried through
ain’t selling out for play, the thrill still pays in carry-true
so severing your veins, the k!ller phrase to parry you
the k!ller’s phase, he feels remorse for what he done
the pillars caved, b. real sees force for what it is
the whiz behaved for once, to steal what’s in the gun
the kid betrayed his guts, the healer with no funny biz
well, miss be gummy so the swiss be what’s required
don’t be coming up to me and b-tching that you tired
why you got fired? well, watch your clock, it’s storytime
could retire, but you c-ck-blocking those in their prime
not leveling the mountain, triple the rocks since you climbed
keep the minds blind, skies falling on the block from your crimes
squeezing limes in the cup, rhyme the check
teasing dimes off the cuff, sunshine the tech
seizing the means of production, rough or grime out the neck
what to please the scene? consumption, mime, regret?
don’t get upset, it’s high-time the honest chimed in
dust off the pumpkin queen, the line been double-crossed
cautious what you toss to teens, the new regime signed-in
forget c-ssettes, the stammer-off seems bubble-popped
so slap that slap-chop, cadets scattered to your drum
boom that bap, pop, the death of manners on the rum
groom the trap-pop, the blessed get hammers on the road
soon the wrap, stop! the scans flanders to your code
mode on heavy load, fight to wash the game of trash
caught you overflowed, the oscar goes to crash
told you no one knows, right to water in a flash
the glow-up slowed to walkers, t-tans roped to clash!

[verse: j soulstice]
yo i am headed towards being a lyrical predator
i am my compet-tor always heard that less is more
now i look back like what was i even stressing for
they say death comes in threes, to me, it comes in metaphors
i feel like indiana jones in a battle zone
my past mentally left me with fractured bones
i leave these invalid dreams on a balance beam
you don’t wanna challenge the one who’s half man and half machine life’s not fair to the people like it’s rare to be equal
stars and stripes made me dislike the american eagle
nowadays it feels like soul-mates is a myth
have a better chance of seeing identical snowflakes exist
these are confessions of truth, and i’m expected to lose
too many like to watch the world in a negative view
life’s a mess and that’s true, yo, come step in my shoes
and walk through the wilderness that’s reflecting my mood
feels like i ran the length of africa, not catching my breath
rap with the best without all of these patterns of stress
i remember when i couldn’t cash reality checks
having a lack of respect could really damage your rep

- the thought

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