Shredding The Balloon
(专辑: Drinking From The Sun - 2012)
[Verse 1: Suffa] Like we always do about this time, ink lines for the
sick rhyme inclined, It's grimy shit but naught that can't be fixed with a
little bit of spitshine, Big time like Frankie in Vegas, inspiring like Ali and Frazier, Spit it out till we spilling out on to the
street start a
party up with our neighbours, I'd rather be part of your playlist, than ever be part of the
A-list, Harness the
energy, heart of a
pedigree with the
scars of a
sadist, I
go so hard on the
pavement; I
go so far with my statements, That I
don't know where they end and where I
start it's all part of game it's, The
farthest I've came since I
started to play it, I
spar with these artists, the
heartless and brainless, We're harnessed by chains that are hard to escape and you change then they label us bastards or traitors, They're charlatans, they're haters, they start on us but they're fake as, Our parliament, but don't be disheartened by them pardon their failures, If we don't forgive our enemies, we'll crawl the
walls like centipedes, Burn our energy like fossil fuels and fuel our own damn effigy, And we'll all burn like Hennessey, so keep on then and step with me, John Lennon let it be, dead the
beef like abattoirs, before these scavengers tear at me [Chorus:] I've been waiting to come back, Like where the
hell is the
show? Like a
balloon on a
thumbtack, Getting ready to blow, I've been waiting to come back, Like where the
hell is the
show? Like a
balloon on a
thumbtack, Getting ready to blow [Verse 2: Suffa] And it might blow up but it won't go pop, And it might blow up but it won't burst, She said she might grow old but she won't grow up, Well she might, but only if I
go first, She wears her heart on her sleeve like; she's wearing a
patch on her shoulder, It's not a
matter of whether I
can catch her, more a
matter of whether I
can hold her, She thinks out loud she's got me; she laughs with her whole body, I
think about how she got it all figured out and wonder why she'd even want me? Each night I
find it's the
same ole, when I
crawl inside in the
evening, I
lie down next to an angel; fall asleep and fly with my demons, They say don't live in the
past and live each day like it was your last but, I'd rather live each moment like it was my first, take it slow and sip from the
glass, Savour the
moment, spit vicious bars then pray for opponents, Sounds so serious don't it? But I'm not concerned with a
thing, This is book three, Tolkien, Return of the
King, The
kings have arrived; we drink from the
sky, We fall from all 'cause we think we can fly, But our wings have been tied, and the
winging and lies, Have me I'm wishing that I
could bridge the
divide, You living the
life? In the
blink of an eye The
shine of the
bling and the
rims that you ride, Can all disappear so live for the
rhyme, Not material things your gift can provide [Chorus:] I've been waiting to come back, Like where the
hell is the
show? Like a
balloon on a
thumbtack, We're getting ready to blow, I've been waiting to come back, Like where the
hell is the
show? Like a
balloon on a
thumbtack, I'm getting ready right now I'm getting ready [Verse 3: Suffa] Since 'State of the
Art' we've stayed in the
yard just waiting to start this shit all over, Laying in bars for a
day and a
half, had to switch from gin to soda, And by like mid October, record was six months over, Due, and I'm like dude what you expect? I'm only three months sober, Coming up turning tree trunks over, running up burning divas, posers, Run amok till the
sun is up or till one of us #
live la vidaloca, I'm going ta roll until I
fold, like I
got a
hold of Propafol, So beautiful to know you all but for now peace I'm over and out