Chorus:
No razor blade under the tongue
No noose tied round my neck
I tied a shoestring to that knife
And prayed one day I would feel that threat
But that day just would not come-
So I put the knife on that shelf
I had become what I feared the most
Looking in the mirror I don't see myself
Verse 1:
It's grayscales, recongnition is permissive
And right now it seems that I don't really have permission
I tied my hands by myself with my mouth
Now I'm bound by my words and
And they bound to come out
Top down's not an issue
I don't have a whip, cept' the one I beat myself with
Puglistic fit
Nuts enough to go Kliscko. 85 and 0
Tryna ohh, potato vodka's a no, no, so
I try to keep it one hunid sitting in the burbs
Where nobody recognizes me, lacking on the herb
So replace it with another vice
Legal kind this time, enough to kill a horse off
Warsaw type crime
Embellish til' I'm Belly up, absent tee problems
I've been fighting with myself for 10 years to try and solve them
82 to 2012 build up to the grandiose
They think I'm a replicant, wait until the overdose
Of overeducated, never hesitated extroverts
Public servants serving the public that's just a fucking joke
---4 years can't start a revolution
So fuck a presidential election let's let em' boo em'
Til' the PAC funds dry up, Cold Bears rise up
Christie when I bully shit, Obama when I wise up
My trigger fingers for the varmints when I'm feeling gully
The bigger picture still can linger but it's getting blurry
No razor blade under the tongue
No noose tied round my neck
I tied a shoestring to that knife
And prayed one day I would feel that threat
But that day just would not come-
So I put the knife on that shelf
I had become what I feared the most
Looking in the mirror I don't see myself
Verse 1:
It's grayscales, recongnition is permissive
And right now it seems that I don't really have permission
I tied my hands by myself with my mouth
Now I'm bound by my words and
And they bound to come out
Top down's not an issue
I don't have a whip, cept' the one I beat myself with
Puglistic fit
Nuts enough to go Kliscko. 85 and 0
Tryna ohh, potato vodka's a no, no, so
I try to keep it one hunid sitting in the burbs
Where nobody recognizes me, lacking on the herb
So replace it with another vice
Legal kind this time, enough to kill a horse off
Warsaw type crime
Embellish til' I'm Belly up, absent tee problems
I've been fighting with myself for 10 years to try and solve them
82 to 2012 build up to the grandiose
They think I'm a replicant, wait until the overdose
Of overeducated, never hesitated extroverts
Public servants serving the public that's just a fucking joke
---4 years can't start a revolution
So fuck a presidential election let's let em' boo em'
Til' the PAC funds dry up, Cold Bears rise up
Christie when I bully shit, Obama when I wise up
My trigger fingers for the varmints when I'm feeling gully
The bigger picture still can linger but it's getting blurry
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