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lyrics
I haven’t had a better day since yesterday
When I went rapidly rapping and running through the forcefield
Then I climbed a hill, the clouds rolled away from the bay
Happily sat in the sun and I tell you something it was no ordeal
We’re gonna be standing here, we’re gonna be dancing, gonna be prancing
Gonna be skanking long until the sun goes down
We’re gonna be random here, got to be random,
Got to be chancing madness and it happens til the sun goes down
You’ve got to love those clouds when blue skies surround
Turn your head to the right and lose sight of town
Turn your head to the left and you’ll lose your breath
I’ve really got to tell you there’s no time to frown
So just smile like a clown
Walkin a tightrope and it’s impossible to fall off
It’s seeming that its stuck to my socks lad, it’s pure boss
I wont quit or stop
I’ve got a date with mother nature and I’m gonna take her drawers off
Smoking blood in a big fat jigga rolled in sheepskin, now I’ve got a raw cough
Poking fun at the kiddas with the triggers, I’ll ram a bloody flower down the barrel of your sawn off
Stand laughing for an hour while I’m tweaking with your frequencies
And frequently speaking through your talkbox
We can make your draw jop
Black is white, pigs fly
Bringing attacks of syllable stacks and miracle raps quick time
Slinging the pasta bake that slaps the raptures past the basic act
Of standing saggy, blasting information on a data track
Matt the Mook, Mak and Max’s hands slap the bass to that
Practice and you’ll rap with stature that can match us, face the facts
Smile like a clown
Bee bop, a method of bringing a melody and we speak of
The free crop we’re telekinetically messaging out the tree trops
Knees knock, we’re readier, steadier, heavier than a breeze block
See what’s, inside the mysterious flame that’s keeping the seas hot
Keeping the sea hot, deep down blue flame
Heaters in these rocks, sweet sound crusade
Speakers need not, feel down today
Eat from the free crop, reach round, touché
Smile like a clown
credits
from The Phuxubtlety EP,
released December 9, 2013
Written and performed by The Fire Beneath The Sea
