They thought that I been sleeping?
I don't do that. I'm doing laps on a loop and I'm moving to fast to view.
Flying through the air, crying for the alley oop.
Someone better pass, they asking for the truth. Swoosh.
I do that to conclusion. tend to get stupid when faced with a nuisance.
Next time, I'm not beaking. He's breaking.
I dunno what these thieves see for the taking,
but I don't really have fuck all but my dignity.
If they think they're having that, I disagree.
Try to keep my hands clean, but they mess with me.
I gotta Press Repeat.
Nothing set yet. Life's subject to change.
Right now, give a fuck what I gain.
Burn a buncha green, make a chain with the remains.
Yup. Enough pressure makes diamond.
One time for selling records on consignment.
Two times for representing your environment.
Ahhhh. That's for 14 hour shifts.
Ahhh. That's cuz all these people power tripping.
Ahhh. That's cuz everybody's still so ignant.
I stay with a cloud like I'm Pig-pen.
Hands on my face like I'm Big Beg.
I'm ashamed to associate with that shit. Damn.
I guess I need a new genre.
Probly oughta move on before they ostracize me,
but I'm locked to the mic, so it's not that likely.
I gotta Press Repeat.
Now, lets see.
I guess my management is weak.
I keep pressing records with no press release.
Look, Deadcity endorsed me, but you can't force feed flows to these fuckers who are not used to raw shit.
So, tossin out all this goodness.
Goin through trees quick. Lotsa wood chips.
Push a block or it'll fall back on me.
Damn, the distance to the top is alarming.
I'll be performing, like I have been.
to 40 people packed in the back of a tavern.
Laugh if I fuck it up or if I rap it perfectly.
Happy like a doctor after a successful surgery.
same words reimerge with an urgency,
"I'm Feelin Pretty Good" regardless if they heard of me.
I'm serving speech.
Yes that's free, that's F. P. G.. And what I tell em they said
Press Repeat. What?
What I tell em they should
Press Repeat.