whatiwas

i stole the fuckin' rhymes, the seriousness of time played me out, gave me a headfake and laid me out, and now i'm seeing the world spinning in living colour, you can see the english and it looks pretty, but did you know some shadowy samurai sling six-strings on electric avenue? shut the fuck up and listen: (the void is something they called "oro" in more ideal times, but now you can only find it next to grain, the rhyme is in the pain of the cost, and what was lost you can only count in tears and not numbers) i had a dream, but it was lost in parentheses, thoughts in gentle c's so motionless the water couldn't see the ocean for the trees, it could only see you because you were the bee's knees, this rap never works, call Andy Garcia if you can pry him away from Direct TV's and tell him he could sell the line, but they're still useless to me, please.