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But...
Why did you shoot that dove,
Guv?
You have enough love.
WE need you on the line.
We're drowning up here while you try and find yourself between yours and mine.
Walk away from that crystal coast.
The most that you can expect from it is an excuse to boast,
About where and what.
I kn0w that you haven't forgot about our last conversation.
So when is your love going to conquer this nation?
'Cause I can hardly wait.
Only your type can satiate,
My hunger for the less irate.
Too serious.
Overstated.
This "Go[o]d" creation is reason to smile.
And this invasion is treason all the while.
So lets take back the occasion/the season/this trial.
And dial 1.888.TO.SMILE
Chez? Cliche?
Yes. Touche.
But...

You concern me Mr. Free
My lyrics so bad you can't understand me?
Everyones gotta find themselves Free
Perhaps your just a scosh quicker than me

But why even question my place on the "line"?
When the Revolution comes, dont worry I'll be just fine!
It's a m-e-t-a-p-h-o-r when speaking of the dove
She crys, for Ive disgraced myself, and the man above

I think it's O.K. to loose reality sometimes Mr. Man
It's called dreaming, you dont seem to be a fan?
And my smile stretches from ear to ear..
But does this mean i should have no fear?

You say Im too serious... maybe!
But Im sorry thats just the way "Go[o]d" made me
I sincerly appreciate your criticism Free
Just dont think so hard, no one will ever understand me!

This life is a voyage for us all
No one knows how long we will be on this ball
But know that not even people like me can fill your hunger for the irate..
Sir I must ask, have you tried relying on Fate?

Bam!
Wham!
Slam it down old friend.
I say, "old."
'Cause let's not pretend.
You and I have been here since the beginning.
And will be singin' at the end,
I suppose.
Propose that we all live life as is intended.
As if Go[o]d has perhaps mended?
But don't go sacrificing your dove just yet.
The lamb is a s.y.m.b.o.l. that you best not forget.
To say that I'm not a dreamer is yet another mistake you make.
For your sake I take the roll of the [D]evil.
I revel in your enthusiasm.
Your irreverence bridges a chasm for me.
But know that I too wish to see.
Just a little less courageous than you tend to be.
But I've been slapped down one too many times.
These rhymes are hopeful.
Para-dimes I spend.
'Cause there is no right,
Friend.
Only your confusion.
My illusion.
Your wisdom.
My insight.
But,
Be-cause,
We all win in the end.

Sure "WE" win in the end
Still no excuse to spend, spend, spend
It's our future children i worry about
Their whole existence is becoming a doubt

I sincerly apologize for saying you dont dream
It's just you dont seem serene
And it's not at all that your views are bad
It's the lack of hope that makes me sad

You know I really like you Free
You tend to help my words get out of me
But just because you get slapped down
Doesn't mean you have to walk away with a frown

The next 10 years is what I dread
Because it seems this world could soon be dead
Perhaps Im the only one to know
But this Earth is the only place we can go

Say what you will but i Refuse to conform
Even if it means the dawn of social reform
To me the thought of evil winning is unbearable
But on the other hand it makes death seem a little less terrible

We have to climb these mountains no matter their height
If we dont do that our kids wont have a chance to fight
We have alot in common me and you
With our words, we shall stop this demise of the red, white, and blue

$ Grubbin' Whore

Her 6-6-6 jobs ain't cuttin' tha mustard.
She feelin' flustered.
And just one piece of tha custard pie ain't get her high.

So she try -
Suspendin' disbelief.
And she try -
Makin' out like a masta thief.
And she get what she get never what she lookin' for.

She's a money grubbin' whore.
She want more.
Give her more...

He's so afriaid that he's a failure.
He's got a tailor made suit,
2.20 kids, one wife and half a life.

So he try -
In a 5.0 platinum ride.
An he try -
Got his piece a' pussy on tha side.
An he get what he get but he neva can get no more.

He's a money grubbin' whore.
He want more.
Give him more...

My 6-6-6 gigs ain't cuttin' tha mustard.
It's lost it's lustre.
And one more piece of tha custard pie just passed me by.

So I try -
Bought into mastaplan.
An I try -
Sold my soul to Mr. Recordman.
And I get what I get but I'll never be nothin' but poor.

I'm a money grubbin' whore.
I want more.
Give me more...

Copyright 2006, i220.

Oh... Yeahy....
It's a dollar sign sale.
Money grubbin' whale of a good time.
Prime plus 2.2 zero.
Lookin' for a hero to hang my hat on.
Glad I can inspire with my phat on,
Rhymes.
New York Times Squared.
I fared pretty well in this lyrical not quite battle.
Poets who refuse to be...
A lot like cattle.
Chase, you're my alter ego - or maybe I'm yours.
Money Grubbin Whores - you're the [d]evil's [d]evil - a double negative.
A regular sedative for the apathetic.
Better expect a dull reception from the would be static.
But.
My last words go out to tha champ.
I know I can never dampen your spirits.
Your wits are sharper than all that.
But my lack of serenety may just be my edge when I'm at bat Cat.
This is a world of positives and negatives.
We need both to if we hope to transcend from beg to give.
Live.
Never conform!
You wouldn't look good in that uniform.
But "I" will take this world by storm.
'Cause the advocate of the [D]evil speaks to the norm.
It's up to you to really inform.
We need your hope.

Respect...