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| Song: | The Keys |
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| Year: | | Length: | 0 sec |
Lyricist: Crazy Town
Lyrics:
Some nights when I get bored, I like to go out to bars and play the piano Take some shots of whiskey, smoke a cigarette, and fuckin' rock the house Okay, spidey senses tingling, I'm intense when mingling World's a crazy circus, but we brothers like to wringle Chew these rappers up and spit them out like I'm from Wrigley's Sorta like a hoarder, but I'm shorter than a pygmy Just cause I'm from Canada don't mean I live in igloos Soon as I'm alive back in the States, I will be big news I'm getting older, still alive like it was last cow I'm getting colder with these lines and I got brass balls Seems like being a pussy's in style, I'm wearing fluorescent I'm a dwarf, more aggressive with a wart message Walking through a cabin with a torch lit Rather be an underground rapper than full of horse shit I'll chop these rappers up and eat them like slaw salad This is raw talent, still a little off balance I am cold as ice, spitting vocal poltergeist Listen to the words I'm saying close, I'm giving bold advice You really don't know what that means when I hand you the keys You overlooking like it's overhead I'm sure to bring you down on your knees Gotta take it when we give it cause we're gonna like what goes with it Real I always been, real I always be So real in fact my haters even respect me, me, me You really don't know what that means when I hand you the keys, when I hand you the keys I'm crazy, crazy, crazy, this jacket can't restrain me Insane in the brain, they label me I was just a baby Playing with chain skulls and spikes, the chain go on the bike The bike's going with me and we can go if you like Mashed with the hoodies and the hoodie taking goodies door to door like a girl scout Family panicking, I'm mannequin, they say the dark got em More porn on the floor, call it, call it, rock bottom Got to keep it real to know that What about some chanity and my dealer sold that Is anybody listening? I fought a whole war No army, no enlisting and I'm back, no visiting Raps so cinnamon, too soft and they spit it whack, no penmanship Four thousand degrees, in a minute to my knees cause I'm so shifty, please You really don't know what that means when I hand you the keys You're overlooking like it's over Ain't sure to bring you down on your knees Got to take it where we give it cause we're gunning like we're going fast Real I always been, real I always be So real in fact my haters even respect me, me, me You really don't know what that means when I hand you the keys When I hand you the keys Chaotic, psychotic, you want it, I got it I'm a peddler, deadliest style, malaria for competitors Tales of H.E. Wells, no time machine, I'll stay ahead of ya And I've been there, I did that, platinum plaque, stacks, etc And my past is the beginning of your beginning and all that is And has been, it's what the twilight of the dawn, I'm not kidding All this mad work in the lab, I can show you how to do this Epic work, epic one man, but I'm Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis Clueless, who you new to this? I strangle until you're blueish So much to juggle and struggle and I'm a get a ton Only thing I do better is be a father to my son And I can battle on Babylon until we end up in Babylon Notes to notebook, I hold the keys, tetragrammaton Notes your hopes up, hypotheses that I walk upon And when everything is feeling shaky, it's that 808 I rip the head off, fuck that dumb shit, I'm a demonstrate You really don't know what that means when I hand you the keys You're overlooking like it's overhead It's sure to bring you down on your knees Gotta take it when we get it, cause we're gunning like we're going fast Real I always been, real I always be So real in fact my haters even respect me You really don't know what that means when I hand you the keys When I hand you the keys [03:36:00]
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