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language arts crew - stop the ramble lyrics

[intro: sample from [?] and clint westwood]
[sample from [?]]
okey dokey, boys. here’s your monkey, yo
[clint westwood]
lac! sos. uh

[verse 1: vric enoh]
h-llo, open-headed. [?] at your doorstep
with hard-knocking beats that’ll rattle through your fortress
as i serve one. that crazy cr-p addict
that’s slashing up your atlas with [our straighter?] tactics
i’m up and over concrete and also play some bullsh-t
take the time to drop my notion, painting pictures in two formats
nail in the boards ‘til the crown falls
there’s a downpour on the movement. yes, we’re glad you tuned in
this is language arts, cl1cking on your local funky station
heads are shaking, mixing crops, and changing face as higher races
get ready for the quest and the voyage. now depart
indeed, art contribute to survival as we see art

[verse 2: qs zeus]
we’re of the origin, born to men from the foreign hand
now we enforcement for the law in the war of the pen
to be more than your boys to men to old b-st-rds
importance supporting your boys when all p-sses
with all p-sswords, all practical last words
a m-ss blur—back as you were with the bachelor
the master of your masquerade, so now your -ss could unwrap
and now you’re actually… i’m sad to say
get your back brace attached to your waist at a fast pace
my raps place rappers in suplex and [?]
fracture your face so, um, bring back the doctor
your spot’s been replaced, so you get crossed off the roster
yo, climbers gon’ get it. crunched up in this b-tch
breaking shady motherf-ckers tryna switch up on this sh-t
make you vomit a [?] with the hard hits we rock with
yo, we promise to honestly give the drop of what hip hop is

[verse 3: benny medicina]
most try, most [gopher die?]
most die trying with they domes close by
but grown folks die—the cycle that goes on
so i repeat my steps to the gate we hold strong
we pilots surviving to win—the mold is dangerous
yo, they all right from the wall and just watching it mold language
and if rocking in full pages, my pocket of gold’s weightless
though i’ll turn impossible shows into top-notch entertainment
we rocks spots on a daily and pull weight for the m-ss
a sacrifice leave the frontline and the trench taking a blast
so your home for the rap and it is the same difference
soak through the brain on the track—we moving to gain significance

[hook: qs zeus and (benny medicina)]
maybe i seen just a little bit too much ignorance—seen it all along (seen it all along)
takes some time to build your sh-t so it’s strong (but be strong)
maybe i shown just a little bit too much patience—thought it wouldn’t do me wrong (why?)
you see, this life is a gamble—like beats we drop, it’s made of samples. for example

[verse 4: clint westwood]
i got rhythm, i got music
i got a tnt slump and you just can’t diffuse it (just what?)
i wear my att-tude with a loose fit
i stare grat-tude in the eyes ‘til it dilates with new vision
the mission, the movement is fluid
flew in the minds. dialect to annihilate the foolish (fool)
i create tunes to sedate my wounds
lay in my room, contemplating how to make my moves
(good luck!) as more preparation meets opportunity
(i’m stuck!) where isolation supersedes unity
k!lling you and me and everybody chasing the same dream
battling like enemy but we’re all on the team
beginning to seem like the scenes got gangrene
you amalgamated towel, the alchemy is amazing
san jose was shady, but we collaborate a fanbase
great enough to take back our sp-ce from this d-mn place

[hook: qs zeus and (benny medicina)]
maybe i seen just a little bit too much ignorance (come on)—seen it all along
takes some time to build your sh-t so it’s strong
maybe i shown just a little bit too much patience (ok)—thought it wouldn’t do me wrong (why?)
you see, this life is a gamble—like beats we drop, it’s made of samples. for example
maybe i seen just a little bit too much ignorance (come on)—seen it all along
takes some time to build your sh-t so it’s strong
maybe i shown just a little bit too much patience (ok)—thought it wouldn’t do me wrong (why?)
you see, this life is a gamble—like beats we drop, it’s made of samples. stop the ramble

[outro: sample from schoolhouse rock’s “interjections!”]
so when you’re happy (hooray!) or sad (aww)
or frightened (eek!) or mad (rats!)
or excited (wow!) or glad (hey!)
an interjection starts a sentence right!

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