I don¡¯t shrug instead of the ramifications of my shovel
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Lovin the consequence of uprooting the jungle
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I¡¯m huggin the cyclo Gemini stooped contenders from viewin the puzzle
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I don¡¯t budge the motives encased inside the gauntlets hung in quotas X2
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My kitchen sink leaks like your itching to speak a secret
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¡®bout the world spins yet nobody¡¯s pledged allegiance and why?
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His beaming smile knew a private agony that burns
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And when the children met divinity I sat to watch the merge
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It goes pandemonium live
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Ya¡¯ll mutha fuckers stand up volunteer tantrums while your playin summin vivid
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Play your sympathy card till the misery clash
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And a basket case is in a classless matrix with elastic stitches
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Raggin a bag of lonely poem remnants
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Short of breath like you¡¯re short of fresh
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You¡¯re a portable mess
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Carpetbagger spearheading tear peddeling pretentious art critics, orphans
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Trying to dismiss those pioneering their fortunes
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You¡¯re a spectacle
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Pushin for pedagogue lacin up paper weights walkin on stilts talking
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You touched the hand of God and I¡¯m like
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What are all these evils that plagued the hearts of man by sweet talking border patrol until they fold and let them in
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You got your life in a basket before you could say instant classic
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Like the king of the mountain requires a boost
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I¡¯ll bury the hook in my belly just to volunteer at live aid clinics
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For the thrill of 9 great mimics with 18 bloody lips, spittin
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Beanstalk, chalking outlines before figures fly
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Walking uphill trying to get down
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Prominent ghost town litigate battle pitch darkness when the light switch hits the *artistry* circuit board breaker
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Service in the greater half of nature
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See money go wild shook when the exploitation incubated lovely
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Warmingly *piggy leader* colony to comfort
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Numb enough to deny the sin pins and evil needles even punctured
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Till he wont define his TOURNIQUET STILL FUNCTIONS
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I don¡¯t shrug instead of the ramifications of my shovel
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Lovin the consequence of uprooting the jungle
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I¡¯m huggin the cyclo Gemini stooped contenders from viewin the puzzle
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I don¡¯t budge the motives encased inside the gauntlets hung in quotas X2
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Burn burn em mostly
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Stuck unplucking plumage out the poultry
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Soaking in bulk on a sofa with ductape upholstery
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Dirty doc stellar space medic
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Stoned by the commoners for glowing
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Psuedo bloaters * buy them beats till bloated*
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Happy trail hitchhikers guide to spanning oblivion
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Complete with a thankless 9-5 chapter
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You can sign your life after the facts
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Wicked soldiers pickin with buddy system logistic motors like Noah¡¯s ark ticket holders, pivot
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All in a days breath
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I guess
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Sandman hit up or shatter a day when television run over baboon heart transplants
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Sketching a glass partially empty till their hand cramps
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With a iceman dance (?) and stand with a (?)
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But maybe I do
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Yeah yeah maybe it¡¯s all over, maybe I won the game before the machine ate my quarter
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I mean absorbing attention's a must
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You don¡¯t wanna be overlooked
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Yeah but you don¡¯t wanna be looked over too much
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One up for the dashed hopes of fifty fishermen who crashed boats
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and the angels who never hit bad notes when harmonising
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I¡¯m an armour plated farmer
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I¡¯m an archer rising with a drawn bow for the karma where the bulls eye clings and argues
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Dense, spreads like new names at the writers bench
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Either you drink it or sink it, coz there ain¡¯t no sitting on the fence
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You make me chuckle child, it¡¯s hells kitchen now, miss
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Recognize your life is merely bait for bigger fish
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I don¡¯t shrug instead of the ramifications of my shovel
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Lovin the consequence of uprooting the jungle
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I¡¯m huggin the cyclo Gemini stooped contenders from viewin the puzzle
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I don¡¯t budge the motives encased inside the gauntlets hung in quotas X4
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Encased inside the gauntlets hung in quotas X2
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Shovel
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| Aesop Rock |
