Following People

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Hush your talkie walkie, No use getting stroppy
Your styles a carbon copy, kinda sloppy
Change your hobby, your mister big nobody
You sing with no melody, See you trying to stop me
Chop your head like Jabberwocky,
Seeing what your good for, put two sugars in my coffee
Blow you Nagasaki
Leave you on the floor like the General Gadafi
Its that uprising, appetising, roll you up into an Indian chapati
Came back to push your button
Its that lamb dressed as mutton
Im sick from all your strutting
Just copy paste and cutting
Regurgitate the radio, play to win ratio
Let the majors say so, make the rappers say Yo
Cheers son, heres to your health, now get the wealth
And shed a tear son, Heres to the past, and to the future
Very fearsome, fabulous adventures, unpretentious
Not too wearisome, let me hear some

Actions speak louder than words
Throw my flowers to the curb
Now my powers are all blurred
My life follows the path of the curve
I sit back and observe
Like im waiting to be served
Thats what gets on your nerves
Theres nothing left to talk about
High time for walking out
Pulling all the stops out
Out throwing rocks about
Decline your invitation
I got no conversation
My hobby's an occupation
Silent in creation
Talk is cheap, the small talk delete
Knocking out my teeth, talking in my sleep
Who you educating, my method your berating
Always underrating, every word your slating
My concrete momentum, cement my commentum
Letters though I sent them
Words I invent them
Passing through two languages
compensate the damages
My brains wrapped in bandages
Thick like a cabbage is
The sick law of averages
Burning all my bridges
Ragged with ridges
Empty like my fridge is
Now theres nothing left to say
You go on talking anyway
Just to pass the time of day
You should pass the line away


from Spektah Gadjo, released February 1, 2013



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