Mrtzcmp3
  • Shoot the Messenger
  • Salt on Everything
  • Bottle of Humans
  • Da Baddest Poet
  • Plutonium
  • Selling Live Water
  • The Priziest Horse
  • Tokyo
  • Sebago
  • Dumb This Down
  • Teepee on a Highway Blues
  • I Don't Rap in Bumper Stickers
  • Year of the $exxx $ymbol
  • Tourist Trapeze
  • Dismantling of Sole's Ego
  • Famous Last Words
  • Pawn in the Game, Part 1
  • Slow, Cold Drops
  • Man and Woman
  • Save The Children
  • Suicide Song
  • Pawn in the Game, Part 2
  • Furthermore
  • Ode to the War on Terrorism
  • Very Important Message
  • Sole Has Issues
  • Bottle of Leftovers
  • Home
  • Self Inflicted Wounds
  • Sin Carne
  • Cheap Entertainment
  • Predictions
  • Respect Pt 3
  • I Hope You Like My Stupid Painting
  • Locust Farm
  • Every Single One of Us
  • A Typical
  • Center City
  • Crisis
  • Imsotired
  • On Martyrdom
  • Entalude
  • Drive By Detournment
  • Theme
  • Respect, Part 3
  • Respect Pt. 3
  • Manifesto 232
  • MC Howard Hughes
  • Understanding
  • Prosperity

(Fan)
Hey, Sole, man! Wassup dude?
Yo I came all the way from the suburbs man!
Yo I love your shit! How about a free tape, dude?
Support the underground!
Woo woo! Yeah man! Yeah! Yo man!

I usually dream about gold chains and being an MC 'til I'm old and gray
Instead I wear a tie and fix computers all day
In this dream I trusted everyone
And I was in the spotline for the lifeline of real life
People are vampires and Sole only exists in the nighttime
Time is by my silhouette, tired of being a harbinger of bad news
Tired of paying rent, and I'm tired of paying dues
And I'm tired of being polite, and I'm tired of not falling asleep
And I'm tired of morons that say I'm too abstract or I'm too deep
(Drums)
Yeah I'm deep, deep in debt, deep in thought
Falling off the deep end without a bungee (Wooo!)
'Cause life is a circus and the girls on Haight Street are way too funky
(True!)
Time to feel like a martyr, a satire, a sadder pioneer (Sole, wassup?)
With idle hands idolizing every instrument I hear
But I've got red hair and a fucked up beard, overgrown goatee
Been keeping it real, wearing the same clothes since 1993
This world is an empty refrigerator, full of wasted skin
So I maintain an empty stomach and magnets to place everywhere I've been
"But I can't understand why the world is covered
With frost queens with blue eyes"
Blazin' is good, and we can be winners, if we compromise
I'm always complaining, these'll be the days when I get old
Thanks to all the industry parties, now I got cassingles to dub beats over
Overwhelmed at times, couldn't fit these songs in a CD boxed set
Signed rappers: if you're so dope, then why ain't you been dropped yet?
Kids say it's all about battlin', and braggin' though it's masculinity
Freestyle means diddly, and cameos provide validity (you don't freestyle)
Any hiphop is a joke, except for all purpose I'm leaving soon
When fools call up asking for the promo department
I'll connect you with the living room (hey, hold on)
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