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Title:
Poetic Speech Techniques Artist: Def Tex Label: Son Year: 1999 Album: N/A |
Last Modified:
23rd December 2001 Transcribed by: QED Contact: qed@ukhh.com Artist Discography |
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Chrome: An influence to be influential and I've got potential to send you down Covetous of my expansion with my pencil and the wallpaper its filled From the floor to the ceiling revealing the right type of hype From the left to the right you cannot have vibes without the [scratch] That true experimentations inventions and dimensions I collaborate The verbal in the studio to the vibe you love on the stage Colliding to bring the buzz and dizziness Cos there ain't no business like show business Deliverance at a show is important To maintain a positive attitude and keep my mind focussed Egotistical thoughts helps my approach to be the dopest And I hope its keeping the audience entertained I've claimed the spotlight and for this moment in time its mine Gimmicks we have none lyrics we have gone Around the suns atmosphere like a layer of gas A chromosphere Or should I say chroamacity plus say equality Of colour and equality of my other brother The anthropologist studying the structure Of evolution evolving and solving the mind in a solution And for the study of archaeology r-key is producing Digging through the music's history to reassure ourselves Will we remain in the history of the human race or yo You can always count on me I've got potential Just influence just to be influential Chrome / Anthropologist: I am climbing up to the spiritual reservoir Can I fly you will rely, hmm, I admire Your aim to reach out to the truth, you lie Here's the proof, I fry To heat up part of the group I stoop, there through the doorway Of the open house, pain And search for the difference some of them might say well You'll be hearing it now You're uneasy as you be wiping the sweat from your brow Your nervous system has been dissected Revealed and reassembled I am but you look frightened when you tremble But we both interacted like we were brothers My deepest fears or my deepest joys became uncovered The music really speaks more than any of us can say Yes today I was grey but today I want to play And go out in streets and shout words over beats And reach distant heights and amazing feats But we did not have to move on the jiggling circuit These sounds are rougher that's the way that we want to work it But we think of something that show emotion and expression From these southern roots yeah we learn a different lesson Anthropologist: So put on your flak jacket while I ricochet from the walls When I falls I don't bounce but have more than an ounce Of shit inside of me I'm not letting the bad vibe be settled inside of thee Cos bad seeds bring bad crops And I thought I could swing from treetops I tell the first prehensile tale logic chopping reshuffle He tells me lies we scuffle drop to the ground we ruffle Our feathers ever edging closer to the cliff side I wanna slip and hang-glide He loses his footing left hanging by a blade of grass Harass, which is attached to the rest of my last 2 ounce do I trounce or do I wave goodbye to my last high Or pull him up and finish him off on the hillside He screams don't let me drop pleading I feels compassion I need him but really I finished my last ration Leave him splashing against the rocks with the flowing of the tide Lighthouse keeper spots so I squats low to the landscape I traipse for hours For I still hear his screeches like banshees Then I'm setting up the beacons on the beaches So I jump in and out of the shadows Search party pulling out bows and arrows Chance of escape narrow Do I parry through the troops outer rim Privates attention slacks am I ambushing him Well I've gotta quietly step up and slit his throat Now I move on silently to the boat Yes I move on silently to the boat | ||
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