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crk - some rugged reflection lyrics

[right channel]
toes up
yeah dude
i’m trying to belt this verse
…ten toes yo

[left channel]
my man, it’s good to see you, my cousin
grillin’ and chillin’, know what i’m saying?
mesquite chips, charcoal orange
this is how it’s meant to be

[dj surface]
let me take it back when i was little in the middle
mediator in centriptical pickles
till the rhymes and the syllables have me riddled
in my backpack, holding my straps because my back’s not all right
i’m tight on the mic because i know the rules
and break em like jules, if you’re wack, grab the centrifuge
do the noodle dance and eat some flapjacks
cut the cr-p j-ck-ff, thought i couldn’t spit?
earth to track, one day on wax, no more middlemen
fronting like i need you little peter pan, blam
this is for the ones who understand
shouts to most chillin, the f-ckin’ man with the plan
he can’t be here right now, but we’ll still jam
he’s the one who taught me life is not a lottery, man
and andy kaufmann gets respect, he was a quality man
it takes courage to discourage where you flourish in this land

[dj surface interlude]
i’m just saying..
just spent the night, flash grilling
chilling as always, man
victory lap down to madison’s pad, you know
don’t know any way else to do it, man
just f-ckin’ mumbling like a broken homeless bum right now
pungent -ss homeless bum smell like sh-t right?

grand imperial griller with dj surface and most chillin
know what it issssssss

[most chillin]
i be on the snail, the munic-p-l rails, stop requested bells
people loud as h-ll and the homeless h-lla smell
pungent, i be carrying febreeze with me, cousin
yo motherf-ckers think they thugging
you aren’t g, you’re played, you’re fronting
and no, i ain’t intimidated, i’ll leave your t–th on the pavement
my roster’s like flying saucers
ufos i suppose imposters, best realize, conceptualize

beneath the glow of the moonlight
in the darkness a child wakes
a stoner makes steak and eggs
in the darkness, a city landscape
seems like a concrete cave
busy streets, congested freeways
recession, homeless in doorways need more than change
tiers of wealth and rates of pay
cost of living, why most move away
taxis scooping drunks away
in the darkness, the notepad and canvas
and this pen’s the cure for my madness…

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