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on a bad day - henry bowers lyrics

[verse 1]
woke up on the wrong side of bed this morning
yet i’m more than fit for the fight
i switched on the light – started spitting it tight
and even before my feet hit the floor
it was clear who’s the greatest emcee of them all
it’s bowers so now there’s no need to keep score
you’ve seen me before – i’m a d-mn disgrace
and it’s even worse on a bad beard day
but still i’m the illest – i’m k!lling emcees
and they love it – i’m sorry for spilling the beans
people they ask me – why am i so dope?
is the carbon i’m based on a new isotope?
well i don’t know – all i know is that i’m sl!cker than most
and d-cks who oppose get a kick up their nose
h-ll i’m ripping up shows in a mad way
and that’s only me on a bad day

[bridge]
bad day – bad day – that’s only me on a bad day
bad day – bad day – that’s only me on a bad day
bad day – bad day – that’s only me on a bad day
bad day

[chorus]
i’ll save the day on a major scale from slavery and rat race
that’s only me on a bad day – that’s only me on a bad day
stay with me – i’ll pave the way and chase away every sad face
that’s only me on a bad day – that’s only me on a bad day

[verse 2]
it’s one of those days when you can’t recognize
the face in the mirror so you check it twice
certainties certainly switch into maybes
life might be a b-tch but that b-tch is my lady
and i am her man like a lying historian
and we go way back like a flying delorean
i am disoriententated today
but i’m aiming at claiming your minds and restoring ‘em
pause – for a second and check for the cause
but expect no applause
‘cause clapping of hands is a sound of the past
and monkeys are flying right out of my -ss
but don’t ask me why – guess they don’t like the smell
hear the toll of the bell – it’s a cold day in h-ll
and i’m going to tell you a secret
i’m having a bad day – believe it

[bridge]
bad day – bad day – that’s only me on a bad day
bad day – bad day – that’s only me on a bad day
bad day – bad day – that’s only me on a bad day
bad day

[verse 3]
a bit out of shape – a sack of potatoes
i’ve seen better days – i’ve had better beagles
still can’t be touched so don’t even bother
a mic in one hand – a remote in the other
i don’t hear a thing – what’cha talking about?
h-ll i put the king in “knocking you out”
chocking the crowd like a bolt of lightening
so delightful – cold and frightening
energy bursting – disturbing the peace
when i’m rehearsing my words over beats
my style is so sick you’ll retreat when i’m illin’
and antibiotics will need penicillin
i flow with high pressure – the rhymes that i’ve sprayed
have earned me the nickname “the fire brigade”
extinguishing flames in the souls of opponents
and those who have chosen to boast turn to toast
when the flows in my hose have been switched to petroleum
they were good sports but came short like napoleon
i am controlling emcees like a biker
well like it or not but i am designing
the signs of the time when i’m writing my rhymes
is this really a game that you should play
just imagine me on a good day

[bridge]
bad day – bad day – that’s only me on a bad day
bad day – bad day – that’s only me on a bad day
bad day – bad day – that’s only me on a bad day
bad day

- henry bowers lyrics

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