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Delving directly into man's struggle with his own mortality this track examines the vices that lead artists to the brink of destruction. It also challenges those that seem to default back to past impressions of others, forever typecasting them in their darkest hours instead of trying to help save them from extinction.
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Bar Maid...Make it a Makers...
Gotta fend off those DT shakers...
Master the Game like the Lakers...
So I won't meet The Undertaker....
Bar Maid...Make it a Makers...
Gotta fend off those DT shakers...
Master the Game like the Lakers...
So I won't meet The Undertaker....
Nobody's ready for me....nobody ever will be...
That's why it's all down to these
moments that make me a slave or free...
So there's really only one way to be....
So I continue to be Trill...
Continuously 'ill' in the ebonics sense of the thing...
Like, 'N'ah Mean?'...
Draw things like conclusions and
I'm stealing your drawstrings...
Pants down, ass clown, wow! what an embarrassment!
Last time I saw him at the club
He got arrested for harassment...
And his girlfriend: poor thing....when everything soured...
I saw her in the Red Sea bathroom
taking a Mexican shower...
and she used to be such a sweet flower...
it is so damn fast how he devoured her
then gold showered her...what a cretin!
And his wizz was so butros cuz his girl was a vegan...
And you know how much the vegs love asparagus...
Hella hilarious...add in the opiates and
You could say the piss was copious...
Giving yeast infections to various phallopians...
Gleaming their tubes like Rubics Cubes...
Bringing back mustache rides
and under-landscaped pubes...like, I knew that dude!
He used to flow with me back in the day...
After a Lojic show...He was the damn DJ
and Tucker was their too...
drunk off some cheap chardonnay...
bumpin' his new mixtape he got from his boy Brent Barry
You guys were so messed up if I recall...off your gourds...
Torn to proverbial shreds...ridden hard and put away wet
Not even a damn hand towel for all the sweat...
Did you go to jail that night? Man, lost that bet...
Face it kid, back then it was the couch surfin' world circuit
Your bank account and your word was worthless...
And every night ended out in the street shirtless...
Neighbors callin' the cops
while peering out of their curtains...
Man, that's not me...
Really never was...
All that noise that you heard was some trumped up buzz!
That's not me, Man, not me anymore...
Forever typecast in 2004....
Man, that can't be me! Maybe someone else...
And if you think that's me...you better check yourself...
That's not me, Doc, not me anymore...
Forever typecast in the past....2004....
Those were some hot summer days...
Twat summer nights....
Hen, Alleze, Vics, Northern Lights...
Closing down bars and gettin' in fights...
Crusin' chiquitas in tights...
Senoritas on bikes...
Then wakin' up with 15 foot spikes
stuck in my chest like it was the sign of a good night...
Maybe the naysayers were right...
Back then I was more troglodyte than blinded by the light
But now it's 2010...not '04 no more...
Even if the 401ks of the world are unsure...like deodorant
They're all phallopian....
Fuck that shit...
Their stink is odious...
Bar Maid make it a Makers...
Gotta fend off those DT shakers...
Master the Game like the Lakers...
So I won't meet The Undertaker....
Bar Maid make it a Makers...
Gotta fend off those DT shakers...
Master the Game like the Lakers...
So I won't meet The Undertaker....
Man, that's not me...
Really never was....
And all the noise that you heard
was some hyped up buzz...
That's not me, Man...
Not me anymore...
Forever typecast in 2004...
Man, that can't be me!
Maybe someone else...
And if you think that's me
You better check yourself...
That's not me, Doc, not me anymore...
Forever typecast in the past 2004...
Forever typecast in the past 2004...
My 401k is hatin' on me like 2004...
The fuckin' media's suckin' like 2004...
Forever typecast, bitch, in 2004!
credits
released November 30, 2010
The Ex Files, written by Tucker Booth and Jonathan Toth from Hoth, Beats by Helias, Recorded and Arranged by J-Toth at The Cooler in St. Louis, MO for
TheFrozenFoodSection.com.
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