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The Mad Conductor
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Dog House Theory
Fresh out the dog house, skippin' down the block whistling It's the mercurial spirit on a space rock mission Thrusters engaged, my raps have had busters enraged Since an early age when my moon stomp crushed in the stage Behold the solar prominence, enjoy the spoils of my total dominance The rare yet well-done flavor is gold, so hold the condiments MC stands for master craftsman, not Mall Cop Move along, sir and as for rappin' it's time y'all stop With the bird brain schemes and the parrot style pollyin' Although your bones are hollow I'll ollie over y'all while y'all are ollieing Innumerable rappers can't be counted on to get the party jumpin' I keep the spot lit like the watts atop my knot when I thought of something Our shows get rowdy, we gotta pass around the turkey sandwiches Kids leave the pit with massive head wounds deserving bandages I commend anyone who makes it on to the encore A real life horror film with a bizarre score When everything is gravy we should sit still and look inward It's a difficult thing to find calm in this mad world Walk your dog everyday even if there's not one on the leash And If you spot police you better peace like a flock of geese
You should see that rudeboy go He's always on the move On his way to the unknown With the stylus to the groove
Back in the dog house, bummed out and despondent Wolverines are clawing up my head's interior on the constant I was a man of the cloth plugged in a jug of kerosene Now I see the scene as being more serene Our stay on Earth is not for long, so have a look around Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com The orb'll stay spinnin' while your in decomposition underground The longer I'm here it seems the more rapidly time moves The past drifts fast like a stampede of trampling hooves These right now are the good old days that we'll reflect upon I see it, petty distractions hold our thoughts in traction Like a shock treatment used to keep sheep static As crooked politicians out of touch with the soil wreak havoc The lot of 'em are full of hot air, too many wind-chimes ringin' A horrid chord of the abhorrent sort on the porch swingin' Awoken in ungodly hours, I bent the tuning fork flingin' Heavy space rocks through the resonance to break blocks I do believe that the greatest flaw of mankind Is getting all tensed up over scenarios imagined in the mind That's why I gnawed the live wire and set fire to my synapses Now I'm bangin' on the earth 'til one of us collapses
You should see that rudeboy go He's always on the move Unafraid of the unknown With the stylus to the groove
Will I be swept up in a windstorm Or will my neck slide cross an enemy's sword Will I be buried deep in an avalanche Or crushed in the clutches of madness One day you may have to live without me Or maybe one day without you I'll be Your light will shine in my heart always Your light will shine in my heart always
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