Select Maxi3 - Yuzo Koshiro

Uh Yah its me again I just. i had a couple things you might be able to do for me Alright sound good I'll give you a call back later Find a way To stay inside this place No room to stay just leave me in array I find it imperative Indictive and narrative Dammit to hell with it Ask me again if that question was valid Life to be chosen your seconds are ballads Imagine a life with no tragic or malice That treasure will lure them them horns you can sound it Don't find Don't find a way Don't find Don't find Don't find Don't Oh not again (not again) Don't find me again (again) I might bind to your friend (to your friend) Don't stop me again Yah Can i ask you a question What do you believe in Oh not again (not again) Don't find me again (again) I might bind to your friend (to your friend) Don't stop me again Yah Yah it's me again Did you do what I asked It was on the file I sent you It's called chrome Okay Alright great I look to the lore of the Vatican Where god can be found and then lost again In a second realize what you walking in These eyes will deceive you You believing in people And infinite squeals Well dammit I know what I'm getting at In a time of a virtual center map Virtually killing degenerates And my placement in places where sinners sit That three on the back of my skull a hit A curse to be taken from words and put in the view of it When that music hits And your brain commence Just numb your sense Don't be so tense Where reminded of all of our past events I'll find a way A way A way Find a way Oh not again (not again) Don't find me again (again) I might bind to your friend (to your friend) Don't stop me again Oh not again (not again) Don't find me again (again) I might bind to your friend (to your friend) Don't stop me again

Aye what's up man What's up You know, i got something on my mind lately man You know a lotta people these days they just talkin to talk There's no meaning behind them words You know what I'm sayin Naw man what you mean Ah shit Let me show you man Aye Spittin' Rhymes Liftin' with the rhythm of this written line Grippin' eyes Listening to the rhythm that I etch inside Steppin' to this epic quest that you have yet to find You ain't yet to die So it's time to rectify the present till we bless the sky I respect your steps, but where's your best You crept a mile, check your breath I ain't impressed, I'll testify to this in style While your standing on a phantom I've been standing on the crest awhile It ain't a secret that the standards that you aimin' for are damn lies So fantasize your plan, but imma raise my banner high I ain't one to take advantage of these damaged times I'd rather fan the flames and change the pattern of the day Till we find our way to better times Better schools for these better minds Step in line This grind only stops when I parish from divine Entities sent to me killing me sentimentally Renting me out so people can take advantage with magic And torture me till I've gone manic, you see Legend has it I've been at it since before I was asmatic and problematic and an addict to spittin' these Lymphatic maniacs My words are necrotic, ight, maybe not but you bought it Psychotic enough to make tea out of bluebonnets I'm on it talk with Ebonics, I own more rings than Sonic a lot of, People look at me weird Now I'm the talk of disscusson I talk with no reprocussions My voice and percussion, enough to get your brain relaxing And get you asking for more rations As we ration with passion I get you lachin' and grasping as we passing the last thing you remember Last September, focused, was growing older Tremendous weight on my shoulder I threw it off Consequences hotter than mozzeltoffs Okay cause I was meant to pop off, that was sworn in my being Along with impaired seeing, It never stop me though Shit Ah man here you go again with these rants Told you man I gotta get something off my mind real quick, damn brothers man You know what I'm saying Yah man i see em man, they just talking and they just rambling Rambling on and on, talkin to talk, shit man I know man Let me lay some things down though Ight I got you I'm a proven superstition Musical magician pistol whippin and I stay grippin These nuts I'm tryna hold my pants up Can't fuck with a clutz shit I shoot they mans up Ain't no need to look up Cause ain't no god on my side I'm the devil pride Charged with double homicide I made they mama's cry Blood spilt on the sidewalk, imma still talk Hear talking behind me, shoot out they voice box My style goes from immaculate to hellbent When I'm stomping out that fucking treble clef Cause were bass heavy making old ass ladies faces twitch They even get more mad when I call them a straight up bitch Ah shit Every time huh man every time Man i know, we gotta stop doing this Man every time we come we say were not gonna do this Happens again and again You know man, we gotta let somebody hear this one day You what I'm saying Yah for sure man So Seah You tryna go get high off of gasoline Man what the