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6/23/2015

I dumped a cup of flour into the glass bowl.
I dumped two packages of different pasta into a stainless bowl.

Posted by 70s Straw Dogs at 8:38 AM

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bozack

Bozack

It don’t stop when you reach the top,

‘cause it’s a long drop from a lonely spot

No one owns rap so get the bozack

I do whatever I want on my own track

You ain’t all that so put the mic back

I’ll keep droppin’ these hits so you know that

It don’t stop when you reach the top,

‘cause it’s a long drop from a lonely spot

Do you gotta go to jail or shot to be in Hip Hop?

Do some heavy drugs just to make it in Rock?

Be built like a jock just to make it in Pop?

Is it true you become famous only when your heart stops?

See perception is reality and reality bites,

I just want to do shows, performing under these lights.

I’m just trying to make it happen, I’ve been on Plan B for years,

Plan A was rappin’, but ‘yo,

Now here I am, 20-some-odd years watchin’ this game,

Switchin’ gears, being ran by kids who can’t drink beer

Yo, I laugh. I keep my foot on the gas knowin’ Im’a shine,

‘cause the rain never lasts.

Chorus

Some people in this life got some huge balls,

Cat’s think they so large that they don’t return your phone calls

Clown, I’ll see you at the top while lookin’ down,

This diamond in the rough cuts throats from all around

You see? You don’t know me, I’m that rap cat who gets charged listenin’ to Ani D,

Life, like you, I wanna make it through it,

One day you’ll see I’ma gonna run for office

‘cause seems anyone can do it.

Yo, haters hit my website daily,

Yo, it kills me “I heard from so-and-so, yo CL’s about to blow!”

C’mon man, you should know, I’m a go-getter,

The funny thing is, I bet you still think you’re better.

It don’t stop when you reach the top,

‘cause it’s a long drop from a lonely spot.

No one owns rap so get the bozack

I do whatever I want on my own track

It never stops

Chorus

It don’t stop when you reach the top,

‘cause it’s a long drop from a lonely spot.

No one owns rap so get the bozack

I do whatever I want on my own track

Do you gotta go to jail or shot to be in Hip Hop?

Do some heavy drugs just to make it in Rock?

Be built like a jock just to make it in Pop?

Is it true you become famous only when your heart stops?

See not everything is always what it seems,

I’m not tryin’ to be mean, if it’s your dream, be your dream,

or it’s just a dream.

Or wake up with it half over, many years older, world on your shoulders.

You see I told ya’ ‘cause the clock waits for no-one to get the job done

That’s what I tell my son, ‘cause he sees his father on the run.

I ain’t seventeen, you feel what I mean?

You gave up years ago, and I’m still on the scene.

Chorus x2

floor tongue

exactly the same phonic system they have.

since floor tongue system is void in asian language, struggle persists to catch her until a strike on evil done.

fighting

fighting

hanoi cafe

hanoi cafe

Dansu to Pantsu

http://www.facebook.com/DANSUtoPANTSU

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