Okay, You're Right + A Big Idea: DisAbleton Bootleg NoMixx Klassics

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sorry for the disableton bootleg nomixx klassics, for now, my audio equipment is fritzin' like springmeier. i blame sir evelyn (ha!) de rothschild, mostly because it's fun. will resolve it this week. for now, all-purpose generic responsii should do. just sayin'.

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Okay, You're Right

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(Chorus)

Okay, you're right,
Okay, you're right,
We just gotta get money,
We just gotta act funny...

(x2)

Mister soul-crusher,
Flow gon' touch ya,
See red, when you see,
Fed bustas,
Don't trust 'em,
Sched, bein' fed by vultures,
Pickin' at ya brain,
'Til ya Twittin' bout ya pain --
To mo' sculptures,
2012 comin',
We were warned, stop frontin',
You were born, stop wonderin',
If you can stop, blubberin',
Hatin' on waitin', baby-sittin',
Debatin' ways of quittin',
Relatin' ways of spittin',
'Til even Satan gettin' hit and --
Complainin' 'bout the way,
We explainin' complainin' away,
No one in they' right mind,
Sittin' comfortably, today,
It's up to me to say,
You can knock it or not,
They tied ya knot up in knots,
So robots, can't spot
A way to get the drop on the top, in a drop-top,
While they lurk in the shadows,
And can't stop, 'til we pop the lock,
On movin' from learnin' to thinkin',
Faster than a blinkin' eye-winkin',
Or go back to sleep,
Be counted as sheep,
Still blinkin',
Or really finkin' and snitchin',
Thanks to bein' bewitched,
By every gadget you switched --
On and off into submission,
Domesticated slaves,
Get violated, early graves,
Can't stand up?
Got one foot in, anyway...
So...

(Chorus)

Okay, you're right,
Okay, you're right,
We just gotta get money,
We just gotta act funny...

(x1.75)

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Toronto Truth Seekers (TTS)

http://www.torontotruthseekers.com

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High Over There

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(Chorus)

High over there!
I'm high over here!
Nothin' to fear,
From a big idea...

(x2)

Wake up! Wake up!
Wake up p-ssy!
Illuminati's real!
That's why y'ass so mushy!
Don't push me,
Or I'll snap on a rap-track,
And black-outside of the box,
Ya sayin' "Cheese!" in a rat-trap!
Makin' maps, kickin' facts, can't relax,
'Til I see that, you see that, I'm ready to snap!
'Til you be that, I be that, ready to rap!
Ready for war, 'til you bitches wake up from ya nap!
Snitches gettin' rich,
While you worried 'bout that?
So: what's that?
You can't say sh-t!
And that's that!
That's right,
What it matter if you got a nice car?
Drop-top show off your lobotomy scar...

(Chorus)

High over there!
I'm high over here!
Nothin' to fear,
From a big idea...

(x2)

Which way? Which way?
They' sprayin' us today?
Can't look up?
Got bills to pay?
Can't stop laughin',
At the shit you say,
I see the snitch in you,
Comes out to play!
Let's see,
Fluoride, aspartame, vaccines and more,
Recession got you stressin',
So, forgot about the war,
In IraqAfghanistan, hot-damn!
The Man, got a plan for your ass,
Like you got the same tan!
Get that scam?
Do you get that?
Or get jacked?
Damn!
I better get that spam!
Thought, popped, cocked,
Locked and loaded for bare,
Right to bare charm,
Fight like a grizzly bear...

(Chorus)

High over there!
I'm high over here!
Nothin' to fear,
From a big idea...

(x2)

Wake up!
And look around at what surrounds you!
Run that sh-t!
Soon as you hit the ground!
Do you see that sh-t?
How they' f--kin' who around you?
And you... doin' what?
Oops, looks like they found you,
Ground you, deep in reality,
When keepin' it real today,
Means, believin' in the fantasy,
Why the top cock-boys?
Want us havin' fun?
So we can't do sh-t,
When the police come,
Boss-b-tch, needs her cut,
Gettin' too-deep to run,
Sleep and count sheep,
Turnin' into bums,
Put 'em on blast,
A million ways 'til Sunday,
Don't want dead-cred one day,
Finish this sh-t, talk sh-t, on a fun day,
God MC make the world,
Thank G-d it's Monday...

(Chorus)

High over there!
I'm high over here!
Nothin' to fear,
From a big idea...

(x2)

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Toronto Truth Seekers (TTS)

http://www.torontotruthseekers.com

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