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    Scribble On A Clean Surface

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    Текст песни Scribble On A Clean Surface
    Текст песни Scribble On A Clean Surface

    [uncredited spoken word poet forms the songs intro]
    I had forgotten the incredible butter softness of his long fingers.
    How they felt on my back when he slow-dragged with me,
    at a fateful "Blue Lights in the Basement" party.
    The dim lights making his honey-colored eyes barely visible as he,
    FLASHED A PENLIGHT IN MY EYES!
    "Look directly into the light this time."
    [Aceyalone]
    I say look into the light
    See what you look like
    [Chorus]
    I scribble on a clean surface, the earthless and worthless [echoes]
    Its life, at the tunnel of the point of purchase [echoes]
    Aiyyo freedom got a microphone, AND a AK [echoes]
    Make way, and prepare for the melee [echoes]
    [Aceyalone]
    The microphone magic of Aceyalone
    The method of my madness could NEVER be known
    Dont, try to set home or off of the dome
    Because wigs are known to be SPLIT
    And a, fan is known to be hit with shit
    Rubber band flows that snap back in place
    Rap in they face, get this motherfucker outta here
    He talks way way way WAY too much
    Spit for the victory, til they sick of me
    I never wallow in the bickery or trickery
    Theres no con-FUSION, just the FUSION
    No il-LUSION, cause God rule them
    Held high, nailed in the sky
    The artistic eye leaves you mystified
    Youre once denied, soon openly obliged
    [Chorus]
    [Aceyalone]
    They say, "rock you dont stop" but what you talkin bout
    Well let me guess, you come fi test
    But test not he who knows best, put nonsense to rest
    Preachin on a soapbox, dope on the block
    Choke on your tongue, smoke from the gun
    Broke in the middle, I hope youre havin fun
    HIGH post, high dose, high strung
    Wind through the lungs, spirit of the young
    Salt on the slug, caught with the plug
    Fought with the drugs, taught by the thugs
    Eye of a tiger, head of a lion
    Walkin through the interior of Siberia
    Chip away at the rock, or a dynamite block
    Right where they had to stop, we continue
    Think the worst, ink into the verse
    Sink into the earth, die by the end of the rhyme
    What a rush, too much to discuss
    I close it up by sayin this
    [Chorus]
    [ Scribble On A Clean Surface Lyrics ]
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