Pachino Rehab
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[Intro]
Come back here
You sure this thing's on? I don't seem to be getting any response
Time might surely come
For the [?][0:06]
Number one
Look out, old Macky is back
[Chorus]
I got a poster of Al Pachino on my wall
With a gun in his hand
And a look in his eyes
Like he might know just how I feel right now
This, too, shall pass
[Verse 1]
You know I'm quick to go syllable-istic
Nothing majestic, just fresher than the next
I flex through text, so turn up my transcript
Danny ran the gambit
Lamping, lab the lab
Down to collab' on any track you have
I've been laughed at for my abstract attack
Actually, they be bullied from what I said way back
The psycho circles like landfill buzzards, they must be the rich birds
I heard a bluе jay just say, "That's my cousin"
Zip-a-dee-doo-da, ain't nothing happening
These rhymеs are Randy Moss practicing route-running
But from the couch cushion with the beer
And the sun coming up in the morning
If what's done in the dark get to look at the light, I'll keep writing
I'm not a titan, but I'll spit 'em tight
Wanna stay fighting to make a living with this gift I've been given
With all of my might, man, come get it
Come back here
You sure this thing's on? I don't seem to be getting any response
Time might surely come
For the [?][0:06]
Number one
Look out, old Macky is back
[Chorus]
I got a poster of Al Pachino on my wall
With a gun in his hand
And a look in his eyes
Like he might know just how I feel right now
This, too, shall pass
[Verse 1]
You know I'm quick to go syllable-istic
Nothing majestic, just fresher than the next
I flex through text, so turn up my transcript
Danny ran the gambit
Lamping, lab the lab
Down to collab' on any track you have
I've been laughed at for my abstract attack
Actually, they be bullied from what I said way back
The psycho circles like landfill buzzards, they must be the rich birds
I heard a bluе jay just say, "That's my cousin"
Zip-a-dee-doo-da, ain't nothing happening
These rhymеs are Randy Moss practicing route-running
But from the couch cushion with the beer
And the sun coming up in the morning
If what's done in the dark get to look at the light, I'll keep writing
I'm not a titan, but I'll spit 'em tight
Wanna stay fighting to make a living with this gift I've been given
With all of my might, man, come get it
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