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letra de dam busters - tzu

[intro: joelistics]
sometimes
sometimes you gotta stop and think ‘fore you move on
check it

[verse 1: joelistics]
now
i am patient with the rhythm like i was a fisherman
to rap again in rhythm when i’m walking on the bitumen
and the hustle and the bustle of the city’s like a symphony
surrounding and astounding me, my ally and my enemy
i’m caught in the crossfire, carjacked
hotwired, worn out, [?], time to escape
i get my ass on the bus across town
pay my fare, take my chair and let the window stare at me
it’s too rare we get time off to drift off
timе off to lift off or time off to chill
recalibrate thе convoluted parts of our character
and give ourselves a mental and a moment’s side of [?]
this is why i’m sitting on the banks of the yarra
my fishing line, pier, and my “do nothing” manner
i might catch my dinner or i might just catch my breath
’cause i gots to clean my head before i clean any mess

[chorus: joelistics]
when it’s all too much and you’re stuck in the trench
and eventually, you feel the entropy catch up
remember, you match up, off the bench
roll with the punch and don’t budge in a inch
when the dam go bust and the wind blow gust
the machine get mean and you’re caught in the clutch
if it fall foul and you smell a funny stench
don’t throw in the towel, throw in the monkey wrench
[verse 2: seed mc]
concoct a bomb rap and make a nasty beat
then i’ma tear this paper up and just press delete
then i’ma rock the show and get you off your feet
then i’ma stop the show, and go home and get sleep
then i’ma stand up for my right to speak
then i’ma back down and rap quietly
’cause my desire be to the involve the crowd
and then ignore the crowd, just to hold it down
then i let it take off like a [?]
slam into the d-mn wall, then i get tangled in the mic chord, i’m a jester
i stand tall and dance the dancefloor when my patience is tested
’cause sometimes, the path that i ventured
ain’t exactly the one i requested
the anger, surpressed, ricocheted and reflected
affected the way i rock this verse i selected

[instrumental]

[chorus: joelistics, both]
when it’s all too much and you’re stuck in the trench
and eventually, you feel the entropy catch up
remember, you match up, off the bench
roll with the punch and don’t budge in a inch
when the dam go bust and the wind blow gust
the machine get mean and you’re caught in the clutch
if it fall foul and you smell a funny stench
don’t throw in the towel, throw in the monkey wrench
[outro]
(wrench!)

- tzu

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