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Lucky Boys Confusion

Gwendolyn B. Sings Sin

 

Gwendolyn B. Sings Sin

(album: Growing Out Of It - 1998)


[Adam Krier, Stubhy Pandav:]
Counting heads as I enter the room
Straight check the ratio, but it's cool, it's cool
I'll be kicking rhymes in a self-fulfilling state
Until the consequence fades away
Shout out to my lady, Gwendolyn Brooks
She kicks the poetry, I add the hooks
We're here together to send a message
That not too much has changed, bring it in
Word, I grip the microphone, pass from the left
I want the bass up so's I can feel it in my chest
Dig this accusation, not a brand new thought
Just a finer point in life that can't be taught
I got to focus my attention on the real thing
Never realizing 'til it passes what it is, what it could be
Janis says get it while you can and this is true
Cause it may not be tomorrow but we die soon, we die soon

[Gang Vocals:]
We know we will die soon
We know we will die soon
We know we will die soon
We know we will die soon
We know we will die soon
We know we will die soon
We know we will die soon
We know we will die soon

[Adam Krier:]
I'm gonna tell it to, gonna set it straight
So I can pass it on to you, watch it circulate, formulate
Rhymes, ideas, like a lit J passed around
Found people got vices these days
You can shoot H in the veins or popping pills
But on the microphones, I'm executing mad skills
I can spot a hundred thousand ways to avoid, avoid the truth
Because it may not be tomorrow but we die soon, kid

[Gang Vocals:]
We know we will die soon
We know we will die soon
We know we will die soon
We know we will die soon
We know we will die soon
We know we will die soon
We know we will die soon
We know we will die soon

[Stubhy Pandav:]
Cruising, listening to smooth jazz
Realizing I lost my passion, pizazz for life
I'm under pressure and I'm not sure
But it looks like Lady Death is gonna come at her own leisure
I live it up, give it up, life's unpredictable
Gotta make sure not a second is dull
The throw down, the show down at high noon
It may not be this minute we die soon, lid

We're real cool, we left school
We lurk late, please drive straight
We sing sin, we thin jin
We jazz June, we die soon, we die soon
We're real cool, we left school
We lurk late, please drive straight
We sing sin, we thin jin
We jazz June, we die soon, we die soon

I like to do that only on Tuesdays, dude, like seven times that day though
If you're gonna get rid of that masturbation tension, you might as well let it build up for like two, three weeks
And then, boom, explode all over the wall!
...Does no one else understand what I'm talking about?

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