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oddjobs – trap doors lyrics

[intro: advizer and booka b]
booka, beatbox
+beatboxing+

[verse 1: advizer]
same night my will got rewrote, i was tripping off guilt and egos
dipping in flashbacks to sipping milk with oreos
now everyone i know is like, “yo”, surprised i flow
and at my own performances, i’m moving like a circus sideshow
only kid my high school grabbing microphones
amongst the elements of life, i hold the status of an isotope
blood type is dope, suckers beg for transfusion
bed stricken just to rid my head of confusion

[verse 2: crescent moon]
i’d be ripping man like gentle pain, i’m piddling
and fiddling on the roof with synonyms
and women’s friends, a minuteman forgiving is to live in sin
as an average citizеn when it’s our own sh+t you’re sitting in
listening to just thе end ain’t really gonna help much
just trying to hold all the fat in before my belt busts
you never felt us? take our rhymes out your mouth
you give us a job, the odds are leaving it out

[verse 3: advizer]
on occasions, i fantasize that i was don davis
so i could smack cats for not keeping the wack tags on the pages
of their notebooks that still could use a good match to em all
for now, i’m bringing windex into every bathroom stall
it’s really like that, i’d wise crack but lost my laugh
and beware: when this white cat crosses your path
i spit up the sick stuff like hiccups and backwash
litter trash talk on the newly paved blacktop asphalt
[verse 4: crescent moon]
my inner child is an outer sp+ce type of deal
yeah i was asleep, but at least i stayed behind the wheel
cut a deal with the devil, dropped the bass, raised the treble
shot a glance to your face, and you graced me with the metal?
settle down on level ground and settle for a better crown
they probably won’t dig me til i hear the shovel sound
yeah, i could disrespect em, maybe double check em
but i really don’t think i’m the sh+t because i wrecked em

[hook x2: advizer]
beatbox to yourself, think that you’re dope
while i’m locked in my cell, clinging to my rope
swinging back and forth, trying to reach the platform
then once i reach it, try to avoid the trap doors

[verse 5: advizer]
suckers try to thieve my right to breathe
cuz i’m a doper motherf+cker than they’d like to believe
i keep my hope in my heart, tricks up my right sleeve
and i wish every coffee shop girl looked like eve (what’s up, girl?)
pacification, purchase of blank tapes; to the clerk, i’ll say thanks
learn to say it with a straight face
i can live without my radio, don’t know no phrase that pays
if any are mine, it’d be hard to find it in my database
[verse 6: crescent moon]
at one point you had props, it’s unfortunate you sold em
i’ll tap you in a computer program and leave you with a quasi+modem
and totem poles are thinking “d+mn, he holds this ground firm
a second that’s in his system like an unfound germ”
live and learn, give and earn, but kid, you burn
i’m wondering why you’re so c+cky, that’s the only thing that’s risen firm
prison terms got less sentences than i do
and even if you read my haiku, my rhymes inside you

[verse 7: advizer]
f+ck everybody in the world except me
ok, ok + f+ck everyone except the mcs
descending the depths of a septic system infested with lost gators
music’s no longer sacred, gots to say, it’s not just the players
plus, man, i’m hating everything
now i walk this land 180 severing heads
true and fake, i rude awake
every new day as crops dust and experience accumulates

[verse 8: crescent moon]
interlock got me locked down, you should be posting bail
i couldn’t feel what you were saying if you wrote your rhymes in braille
never stale, but i often leave stains when my brain flex
oddjobs gives you blank looks, you give us blank checks
you rank less than assistance that didn’t get their name in the credits
put your main objective on paper so i can shred it
so call me a loose cannon or a live wire and it gets tiring
cuz i’m really just a live cannon with loose wiring
[hook x2: advizer]
beatbox to yourself, think that you’re dope
while i’m locked in my cell, clinging to my rope
swinging back and forth, trying to reach the platform
then once i reach it, try to avoid the trap doors

- oddjobs lyrics

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