arcade (acapella) - e-dubble lyrics
[verse 1]
living life like minute by minute
strong arm cynic
i pop eyes sans that spinach
forearms big no tats ’bout business
feeling grown when i sip a gl-ss of that glenfiddich
pr-nounce it right like an announcer might
avoid missteps like a f-cking towson fight
those cops like to lock you up and lose keys
cipher in the cell police like who’s he
i am a lot less than what i strive for
life stalled but i got a lot to ride for
i know what truthfully holds the key
to my drive but my ride is rolling on e
and i don’t feel a need to even fill that tank up
life looking bleek but i still say thank ya
’cause all we got now is that f-cking moment
can’t wait for great and you will not blow this
we live
[chorus]
one day to the next day
no light living life in an arcade
stop playing those games save that change
what you need a joystick for, you are pac mayne
running circles, jumping hurdles
playing what you live but the real milk curdles
and that sh-t stinks, so stop drinking it
can’t you feel the lumps come on homey think a bit
[verse 2]
and i ain’t with the frontinh
i’m tip-top hip-hop and i’m on to something
tip of the chapeux to all those who know
what’s really good with the music
in the veins it flows
and for me, it’s more, when it rains it snows
overcast like a cloudy day is my prose
like the weatherman couldn’t predict this
vernacular spectacular peep that diction
yeah, and just peep that scripture
no bible, but i will seek that wisdom
humbled by real life, fumbling to feel right
getting hammered till i’m buried like a f-cking steel spike
weak reference, but keep guessing
next time around no room for any questions
no press conference and no interviews
keep my head above water sans boat or inner tube
we live
[chorus]
one day to the next day
no light living life in an arcade
stop playing those games save that change
what you need a joystick for, you are pac mayne
running circles, jumping hurdles
playing what you live but the real milk curdles
and that sh-t stinks, so stop drinking it
can’t you feel the lumps come on homey think a bit
[verse 3]
top on, i don’t have a convert
i got a car that works and that’s my word
point a to b i might converse
shoelace express your best is still my worst
i’m not caked up, at least not yet
but i plan on baking better than the top chef
’cause i’ll beat the best, no teacher’s pet
i leven dough like a yeast infect
no m-ssengill needed i couldn’t never be douchey
omnipresent everywhere stan tucci
touché, parlez vous mon genre
hip-hop is good, live, breathe it eat it all day
eat, pray, love f-ck it i’ma stay good
put my people on a little like che would
but no marxist still shop at target
my revolution’s quiet not silent like your farts is
live
[chorus]
one day to the next day
no light living life in an arcade
stop playing those games save that change
what you need a joystick for, you are pac mayne
running circles, jumping hurdles
playing what you live but the real milk curdles
and that sh-t stinks, so stop drinking it
can’t you feel the lumps come on homey think a bit
[e-dub’s rambles]
yeah! freestyle friday #28, e-dubble, black paisley. edubble.com, facebook.com/edubhiphop. say h-llo to me on twitter at twitter.com/edubhiphop. hey, everybody have a great week. and it’s august. summer’s almost over. we, we barely have time, we barely have any time left. hope everybody’s doing well. take care of yourselves, wear sunscreen, okay, alright. especially you girls, put that sunscreen on, you guys are gonna burn yourselves up, be careful out there, alright? see ya
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