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Chapter 19
02:42
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[King Leo]
Bow Down like a ship sunk,
Fat heads let me nip tuck,
This be skills to kill for yet these whores claim that it's luck.
Drop them in my toilet send them down in a royal flush,
Would eat these weaklings but something tells me they'll spoil lunch.
My lips have that Midas touch.
Try to throw water on me I can rust,
Believe and trust, in my warranty,
At war with peace.
I torture this sleaze;
Water board at Guantanamo.
Hear me crash from a height outta sight like Geronimo!
I watch these Stuarts being little;
Use them as my bowl for spittle.
Cooking breakfast, flip beats and words,
vocal cords the griddle.
Not at the top,
close but not;
you're Malcoming in the middle.
It seems you're in a pickle, while I'm living sweet in a giant peach.
I'm a dirty dog that's off the leash,
Don't call em that I'm a cat capisce.
Nimble with sonic symbols that I weave without a thimble.
They believe I'm simple, yet their brain's the size of paramecium,
Just spare solar flares on them so WE CAN MAKE A FEAST OF THEM!
[Hook - King Leo]
Pyromaniac, can't douse these flames,
Can't douse these flames (x4)
Pyromaniac can't douse these flames,
I don't even feel an ounce of shame,
With my claws out, pounce my games,
Cut their legs off and eat these lames.
Pyromaniac, can't douse these flames
Can't douse these flames
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3. |
They Ain't Ready
03:07
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4. |
One Job
03:51
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[Verse 1]
Feeling empty, not sure what full is,
Starving for attention, that’s why I freeze like the cool kids,
Starving for affection, that’s why there’s daily sexin’
Insecure about my essence, that’s why I shoot from mouths with a full clip
Two edge sword with a dual tip, black eyes with blue lips,
Choking on my words that taste delicious like clitoris,
They say eat my heart out, that’s why I get no nutrition,
I could scream it from the mountain, yet no one would listen.
[Chorus]x2
I (I)
have one job (One job)
That is to (It is to)
It is to (Better yet, Better yet)
I will,
Find true happiness x 3
I will find you.
[Verse 2]
I pray to pyramids on the back of a dollar bill,
Starving for possession of green paper that helps fulfill,
My dream of living ill, I will steal, I will kill for it,
Leave your house open, nice flat screen, I will pilfer it,
Dying just to live while I live just to eat,
Never had rhythm so, I follow another beats,
Drummer’s feet move like waddles,
Copy him now were penguins,
Walking through this arctic world freezing balls off and chillin’.
[Chorus]x2
I (I)
have one job (One job)
That is to (It is to)
It is to (Better yet, Better yet)
I will,
Find true happiness x 3
I will find you.
[Verse 3]
Where’s happiness?
Church said the bible.
Parent said at good schools.
Pagans say their idol.
Friends say there cigarettes, weed, and their best friends.
Adult say a good job and working hard with no rest.
Where’s happiness?
Not there but always here.
Screaming your name, screeching, hoping one day you’d hear.
So, where’s happiness?
Not there but always here.
In a state of mind, devoid of inhibitions and fear.
[Chorus]x2
I (I)
have one job (One job)
That is to (It is to)
It is to (Better yet, Better yet)
I will,
Find true happiness x 3
I will find you.
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5. |
For What I'm Owed
02:55
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[Verse 1]
You only live once,
The realization made when smoking blunts,
Once a stupid wanna be ghetto dunce,
That role I hold is done,
Time to mold into the Sun,
Others walk their path, I’m off that cause I hop, skip and run.
Strut to the future,
People shocked, electrocuted.
Excess exasperation by eloquence when executed.
Got better uses than abusing my present,
Incandescent,
Done dwelling in the darkness, sifting regrets and,
Casting blame and catching shame,
Not wishing my past away
Not wishing I could pass away,
I’ve got a job to do.
My adventure, acting brave,
At the mouth of the cave,
Will I fail or save the day?
To see the end stay tuned.
This is the prelude,
I don’t care what they do cause their sappy disposition only knocks me off my pivot,
Working slaving for the change known as better living
Pennies saved,
Only get one take for this audition.
That’s why…
[Chorus] x2
I work, I slave
I work get paid,
I work, I slave
I work get paid,
Imma get what I’m owned
Imma get what I’m owned
Imma strut this higher road
Leading me to higher goals
[Verse 2]
Done complaining, it’s contagious, old friends in quarantine,
On to payments, cheating aging, so priceless no affording me,
Through courses I speed, cause I know I’m never slow,
These horses think they lead, but it’s my reign they follow,
I stay away from hollow hearts when mine is full of joy,
My life’s a tool while fools use there’s as a toy.
And when they get played wonder why they get annoyed
Old habits I had then are now being destroyed.
My name in light spelled with the constellations what I’m aching for like whip-lashed,
Victims in car crash.
Bringing my hard hat,
Construction underway,
Through destruction of obstructions, carved on my DNA,
And when I see the day my music played from night to day.
I’ll wipe the sweat from my brow and know my work is finished,
Working slaving for the change known as better living,
Pennies saved only get one take for this audition
That’s why...
[Chorus] x2
I work, I slave
I work get paid,
I work, I slave
I work get paid,
Imma get what I’m owned
Imma get what I’m owned
Imma strut this higher road
Leading me to higher goals
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6. |
Etched 4 Eternity
04:51
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Engineering, Lyrics & Composition by: James Revels III
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7. |
Cloud 11
02:33
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8. |
Rhapsody of Chapter 19
03:12
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