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I Wish Those Cats @ Fobia Would Give Me Some Free Shoes

I Wish Those Cats @ Fobia Would Give Me Some Free Shoes

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snowman in full effect so play the odds out till April

the tapes will grow so we can by posters and staples

i bet that kid Slug will bust flows if you ask nice

its friday night, point me to the party wanna grab mics

used to get queezy when it was time to rock that peevey

but nowadays im just tryin to get musab away from the tv

cuz i cant fuck with the Zenith i rather critize tuesdays releases

with the elitists at the fetus

yet another factory film is what we present

bitch needed a ballpoint no grievance

lets all point our fingers towards the path we venture

minneapolis natives taken the rap of winter bad contender

let me catch a luke warm triple mocha to reach the speed

of the (dunno) thats crashed on my sofa

and in the green room is MC's and in the kitchen is dirty dishes

and my postion is blurry vision

and im livin in a section where heads is frozen stiff

and these skinny powerder sniffin kids is posin talkin shit

since the first time i met you backstage in the game room

i knew that i did not want to occupy the same room

i drive for a living but i take the bus to work

auditioned for the roll of jesus, got the part of jerk

armed with a walkman and a fake grin and a basement mindstate when i

simply took a left at Nicollet

sucking on a cigarette did some pinch hits before i left

and now the nicotine is liftin it

choke at the last drag and flick remains at the gutter

flip up the hood just to keep the brains covered

im trying to grow a mountain out of a foothill

i see people rockin my tshirt but im still shopping at goodwill

in a stuggle in a warzone grew some extra personality

now i wont have to flee or fight alone

the microphone thats my weapon and im on a quest for heaven

or rent me some comprehension

its busy as fuck just gimme a three hour lead

so i can reflect maybe rent a flick and relearn how to read

well we turned up the sleaves and found a bunch of tricks

and used a cleaver to relieve all these unnecessary limbs

misplaced the gems and jewels i meant to give you

to lift you and lost my mind inside the issue

and im livin in a section where heads is frozen stiff

and these skinny powerder sniffin kids is posin talkin shit

since the first time i met you backstage in the game room

i knew that i did not want to occupy the same room

i drive for a living but i take the bus to work

auditioned for the roll of jesus, got the part of jerk

armed with a walkman and a fake grin and a basement mindstate when i

think now i got spies positioned at varios chivos throughout the city

lots of people thats down with me cuz the evils out to get me

its easy to decipher who can taste me

alot of locals used to hate me but now i think the tolerate me

you can only hear what i feel when my eyes are shut

mistakes are piling up excuses they lining up

im trying to fuck reality but im impotent i cant get it up

cuz shes a duck and her personality sucks just my luck

i caught the wrong bus guess ill get off at the crossroads

and take a long lunch

next month when i got my head right im gonna grab a lead pipe

and beat some life into this dead mic

so let the tape roll and extract all the juices

read the hatemail in the bathroom and place wages on the losers

in the begining you cant help but wanna be innovative

but eventually the oppostion leaves you jaded

like hell no i dont wanna be a baller

im six foot three their aint no need for me to be any taller

i just wish those cats over there at Phobia would hit me off with some free gear or somethin...

cuz im livin in a section where heads is frozen stiff

and these skinny powerder sniffin kids is posin talkin shit

since the first time i met you backstage in the game room

i knew that i did not want to occupy the same room

i drive for a living but i take the bus to work

auditioned for the roll of jesus, got the part of jerk

armed with a walkman and a fake grin and a basement mindstate when i

think of how simple it could all be

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