Mike Douglas

Is there anybody out there?

You are now listening to the sounds of the weareallgoingtoburninhellmegamixx2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2

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When they said New York is dead

Man, they got in your head

We don't even sleep right

There's too much to be said

[Verse]

Listen, I'd rather have it and not need it

Than need it and not have it

Better yet, dodging a screeching getaway

Vehic cannot catch it

Humbly submitted my sentence

Sentenced remit those busted BK talk captured

Like, "pardon me for the graphics"

While I'm plastered to the pavement

And wrapped in the wrong fabric

A kind of lecherous mind and I'm chimed to the automatic

Maybe I'm wrong

But I think there's more to this song than a couple suicide planes

From Allahu Akbar

Whatever you wasted the tone

Yeah, keep the crack raps up

That shit is double plus "whatever the fuck"

Everybody's afraid to say that it just sucks

To watch talented mother fuckers pretending they sell drugs

And the white journalists love it, they think it defines black

Like murder and pain is kitschy and rap is good for a laugh

Shit, I don't want to have to be the cat who has to explain

And come crass with another lecture

I'd rather fucking relax (Let's be honest)

Nobody really likes the dude who enters the room

And shows you your own ass

But fuck it, those are the facts

It's like the edu-mucated writers amused by another class

But could never suffer the results of the poison they helped hatch

All of us just collapse or detach to find a new microfad fast

How can your style under that circumstance last?

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