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imitations - the dead can rap lyrics

[intro: open mike eagle]
yo!
hey, yo!
one, two
wha—what—
hey, i’m talkin’ to you!
i’m tryin’ to get—
yo, i’m tryin’ to get your attention, yeah

[verse 1: open mike eagle]
i’m stretched out like the ropes on a chuck wagon
young storyteller flying on luck dragons
i ain’t tough*acting, but it’s tough, acting
it’s hard to read through the lines with enough passion
i come from bboy fashion and bus passes
i look around all confused, what the f*ck happened?
the moons hollow it’s a real boondoggle
selling old kombucha in a new bottle
i draw circles, dressed in all purple
bō staff like a four*foot*tall turtle
i use it to pole vault over tall hurdles
in ’95 i first met my aunt mirtle
as a teenager in seattle’s green acres
my memories move like a screensaver
my brain’s dark and my heart’s in a spin cycle
i’m ready to pop like bullets within rifles
i wrote a spiritual manual and biz bible
buy in bulk twelve tees and ten vinyls
and that—that’s an order!
those are marching orders
you got to march t—march to do that!
[verse 2: remi rough]
where’s my nanotech pilots, vermillion violets
with wind chimes hanging on the end of your eyelids
making time to enjoy the silence
endorse the violence, listen to primus
fantasy football footfall to hybrids
driving five hours but i’m undecided
my destination hadron collided
so divided and narrowly sighted
now we’re carbon heavy maybe it’s time to cycle
and here i am between two blokes named michael
we may have lost the battle but we won the title
archetypal and i love all my rivals
in arrivals at gatwick airport
with too many bags and i’m travelling barefoot
dealing with these idiots at every square foot
death tolls roll in the billions output
cheap imitations and designations
relegate, devastate i hate innovations
wasted time on dodgy annotations
and now it’s even too late for action stations
gentrification, forced inflation
dishing out free s*x therapy consultations
aviation can be such a b*tch
let’s all rise up and eat the rich!
eat the rich
[verse 3: mike ladd]
we always waxing opinion paper
dead can rap is opinionated
obit in op*ed exasperated
no feet to the facts but they syncopated
put it on tracks but we don’t debate it
sl!ck with the rhetoric
jive diabetic
intellect synthetic
the tweet pathetic
twitter loads, slower than my p*rn site
so i don’t tweet but i freak right
like a white house leak, never airtight
like bluetooth beats, never pair right
the rich out for death
’cause the world is fortnite
dim the porch light
strike at waist height
like adidas vs nike
this ain’t a fair fight
culture war like so many before
revolution raw and loveless
but this one here, mostly bloodless
historically it’s been far more reckless
check robespierre and mao in comparison
the right’s reaction embarrassing
they overreact like we the latter ones
gives them an excuse to splatter some
they got one tactic: fear and guns
our strategy’s elastic
three*four to four*four
or poly*time five*seven we rise
clips on two if we got some
’cause we got ’em on the run
for one reason
’cause we always on the one, baby
always on the one

- the dead can rap lyrics

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