Different(其他)

Nothing at last is sacred Oh how the great have fallen

What have I done to myself It's been way too long

We need to reacquaint

Things are different now

I ain't the same man

I was Hi how are you doing

I'm new and improved with even less to lose

A collector's edition version of a virgin drink ordering cocktail teller

Gone way wrong to the point of no rerun

Over the edge and burned out before

I even got my shine

Holding my head in pure doubt

Out of insight

Out of mindful things to shout or rhyme about

Yeah I know

I was supposed to change the world and all

But it looks like the world got to me first

If you can't beat em join 'em

Then hurt the team by beating yourself

I'm different in a different way

The only thing that stays the same is change

While people claim their states

I state my claims

Sage Francis made a name for himself

For the record my mother calls me

Paul Which was my father's middle name but

Ray Stepped in and raised me

It's crazy but this is a game

I play called Shut the f**k uuuuuuup

Don't bother calling me at all because

I'm not answering

Is that a voice-mail-bomb-threat or a broken promise

I'm mishandling

Gambling away my money issues somebody owes me big bucks

My career depends on explosive vacuums sucking me in and blowing me up

Poetry struck a nerve in the listenership

Spoken word then got 'em all interested

Now I don't have to serve ice cream to little kids

I serve emcees who think they're rippin' it

And poets who think they're somehow significant

Meanwhile both are loud and ignorant

And don't know how to speak to a crowd in an intimate environment

I am different

In a different way

The only thing that stays the same is change

While people claim their states

I state my claims

I'm a quiet natured player who outwardly hates the game

I shake what

I got which is a jingly pocket

I do my mini-market research and make noise for myself when

I walk quick

I talk with authority while

I question it

When I ask Who am I

I'm left guessing

But if you're a poor man's version of

ANYTHING It is your self-perception

Growing up in a microscopic town prepared me well for this petrii dish

Where talk is invisible to the eye and they hate the guy they're speaking with

I'm a real vegetarian

No chicken not even fish

I'm a real underground rapper

My tape quality sucks my records are warped and my

CD skips Lady

Luck is a greedy b***h with itchy palms and a case of the gimmes

I've got an outtie if she's got an inny

I'll clean her pipes and then sweep her chimney

The beat that's in me is polyrhythmic

You're only 60 heart beats per minute

A human second-hand-me-down-to-earth-guy who will thriftshop-lift his hiphop

I may be getting too big for my britches but

I paid my dues when the cost was climbing

If I burn too many bridges

I'll never get off of this awful island

As long as

I've been rhyming they only started listening

Because for a while they didn't like how

I wouldn't smoke the pot that

I was pissin' in

Plus I had no dead homies to honor while pouring out the liquor

I don't drink

You can flash your shiny objects in front of my eyes and

I won't blink

I'm motherf**king different

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I'm motherf**king different

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