Fire is my method for destruction
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leaving charred wreckage from my latest eruption
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unpredictable, my erratic demeanor
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bobbing and weaving as my mind gets leaner
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though i'm trippin' on legs that stumble but I don't fall down
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you know I'm singing out things you mumble from a lack of resound
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pissed off mist lifts to honesty
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now come down motherfucker with your philosophy
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I'm at ease when I feel there's a breeze
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give me a little please
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Aristotle I'm not but think of Socrates
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so are you ready for your lesson blood?
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democratic non erratic Socratic method
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we'll take away the pain
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we'll pacify the bullshit up in your brain
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in times of change or the same old thangs
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as you maintain or rearrange
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Can't nobody do it like 311
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fuckin' up competition cause there really is none
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steppin' on your game from the first floor up tore up
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electricity we store it up
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Can't nobody do it like 311
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break it down, what it is, dedication
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sending out gratitude like we laid it out on Down
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throw down fuck the bullshit we're still the sound
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Wild and lost speed mad
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a long way from sad
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lookin' good like you should you're bad
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an itinerant dimension mystic is your spirit see
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like color absolute bodiless indeed
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casual kindred spirit past
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all the obstacles you're dealin' with at last
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the nasdaq, two puppies, baby needs new shoes
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car alarms, your rent, wedding bells, the blues
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The tragic fucking comedy that was last night
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unfolds to my inner devils sheer delight
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a pointless fucking banter in an endless bout
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with whiskey soaked frolic room tobacco mouth
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then a sickening trip to what I call the elitist cesspool
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beckoning all the sycophants and defeated yes-fools
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hung over, broke, and a round of apologies
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now come down Martinez with the modern mythology
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Can't nobody do it like 311
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fuckin' up competition cause there really is none
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steppin' on your game from the first floor up tore up
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electricity we store it up
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Can't nobody do it like 311
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break it down, what it is, dedication
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sending out gratitude like we laid it out on Down
|
throw down fuck the bullshit we're still the sound
|
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Can't nobody do it like 311
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fuckin' up competition cause there really is none
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steppin' on your game from the first floor up tore up
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electricity we store it up
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Livin' & Rockin'
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| 311 |
