One, two
[Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle]
These is letters to editors, they point at the obvious
The articles out loud, scan it, deposit it
All time happens at once
I love all my habit and stunts, I took lumps not lessons
Accepted every stupid condition
I don't know what to do with the prison, super positioned
Getting lost in assorted flavors
Or getting traded like I'm Gordon Hayward, the streets is named for important slavers
Pockets full of bullet-addled wallets
My feelings hella little, I had to put 'em on some apple boxes
For the optics
[Verse 2: STILL RIFT]
Wе could sketch a little piggy's house, I'd draw thе short straw every time
Going through the motions like an empty-handed pantomime
On a dime, Tina Turner eat the cake and have it all, supposedly
Father, I have sinned, I'll count the rosary beads
Commit to ways and means or wants and needs
The tax man separates, I'll kill it if it bleeds
Sweep up the supermarket floors, cleanup in aisle four
Shrink wrap and body bags plus a toe-tag for the morgue
In store, marked down forever 21 chromosomes
X and y, axis of evil resides, ask and ye shall provide, RZA and True collide
We the Black men that struck bacon grease, the slaughterhouse of Vonnegut
Big, bad Wolfenstein, to hell and back to jazz it up
[Outro: Open Mike Eagle]
Get some more of me
How do I get some more me?
How do I get some more me?
How do I get some more? Yeah
How do I get some more me?
How do I get some more me?
How do I get some more me?
How do I get some more me?
How do I get some more, Yeah
How do I get some more me?
How do I get some more me?
How do I get some more me?
How do I get some more me?
How do I get some more, Yeah
How do I get some more me?
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