Wake up to your grave it's the reminder on the clock And those fleeting bits of satisfaction, turn to afterthoughts But if you say the magic word You can call back all the birds And see that fire in the sky, burn everything back to life You don't have to sleep to dream and live in paradise Abracadabra, are you watchin' closely Can you feel the dawn approaching
[Voice of Christian Bale in "The Prestige"]
I overheard niggas saying Jay was on the verge He could make Rumsfeld resign with rhymes he never heard Commune with the birds And can manipulate matter with the usage of words Throwin' dice on the curb I'm the best and the freshest with the written text, fuck what you heard It's the, metaphysical, dolby digital Any Joe`ll tell you, the flows so pivotal Every word's literal Each diatribe is sort of like an interview Come get an inner view Right past the man and the myth to the mineral I was born uptown a mile from the riverview Look, I'm a simple man, ya understand? Masterin' my temple man, tryin' to expand But when they think you simple, man They'll try to play you out like you a simpleton See what I'm sayin' Niggas want pain not mercy I'm writtin' in my Moleskine on the train to Canarsie Stand clear of the closin' doors The peo-ple are in constant fear of a Trojan War The vehicle that's supposed to free us is just a whore I gotta call 'em like I see 'em Even it it means they'll sanction my per diem The angels will thank me in the streets if I see 'em Sayin', there he go but I wouldn't wanna be him Holdin' up a three and reppin' for New Orleans Let us beginTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
