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Mar 2011
The way I keep flowing in slow motion
got em hoping what I'm floatin
is a certain kind of motion
of the perpetual style
They say its dope but its not
its just something i use to cope
i think this sugar pill's been coated
in something i ain't had in a while
now my eyes are gettin hazy
i'm startin to feel a bit faded
these lights are bright and people are screamin
i've got a feeling
that they're wanting something from me
something to call stunning
something to call touching
but even if these words that i'm spitting
are really ugly
these two shining behind me make it lovely
then the room falls hushed
its like someone dimmed the lights
suddenly, i'm alone on the stage
me and the mic
trying to convey what i write
into speech tonight there's a
slight chill in the air
but the moon shines bright
it gives me power
helps me make sure that i rock right
excuse me, step correct
we clean up the mess and
wasted sets from the
players who came before us
that we left for dead
its like the wild wild west
though were on the east coast
you're rockin with host with the most
you didn't know?
i've got itch in my throat
but the fans won't even know
how could they?
listen to them, man
they think its dope
I know you're all waiting
to keep hearing me gloat
but gimme a sec, wont you just
let me clear my throat
(DJ KOOL n OUT)
Written by
Brian Clampet
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