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    "Clay" Lyrics

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    When I first landed the damage was outlandish
    anguish, anxiousness, and taking it for granted
    but when I first landed I was so relieved I lost my focus
    soon exceeded recommended dosages
    now I hold the crib? that holds the soul that holds the poet skills
    exlcusive it leaves illusions of unfocused flows
    I don't suppose you're taking too much time
    breaking too much mind trying to unravel the parable?
    that dismantled and left the lines in need of some assembly
    so I can find the secret key and free all the emcees
    this planet spins on a bent axis
    all access passes won't help you to grasp the atmos'
    I mean, what did you think
    my agenda was to freestyle, smile, get paid to smoke weed,
    and grab the mic and spoonfeed?
    there's more to this than just paying the rent
    if you're riding on this song you need to ride it to the end

    what could you say as the Earth gets further and further away?
    planets as small as balls of clay (x4)

    some shells get broke
    some keep their wigs closed
    some get exposed as little man big pose
    some make moves and some stay daydreamers
    but everbody seems to want some loot, food amd a beemer
    well make mine hunter green with camel insides,
    10 percent tips, Mr. Pibb and some french fries
    inch by inch I take it closer to the shoulder
    but day by day it's getting harder to stay sober
    once again on the edge, head's inebriated
    movement needs motive, it's easier to be sedated

    what makes me mighty and another tiny?
    why does my psyche give a damn about whether or not you like me?
    if this crime's right I might be wrong
    I grip this mic tight because it's all I really have a grip on
    so let the losers lose and let the players play
    the difference is the day to the dust some clay, what

    [Chorus - 4X]

    who's world is that? it ain't mine, and I'm grateful
    already got a plate full of clay on my table
    I'm capable of handling fate, I know this
    so do the people that get pissed when this microphonist spits
    too many get caught up in the lines that emcees thought up
    but it's clear to me the ones that fear me are the one's that outta
    I spot a blemish on your planet's existence
    I deliver subtle terror submerged in clever sentences
    instantly pissin? away the misfits
    the only residue that came of the hypothecially spew they sprayed
    when they swayed I'd have em
    half of 'em can't fathom
    where the 'Mats? from
    I may be on those
    you can ask 'em
    at last, when we get down to it
    there's more than sand and fluid
    in how I revolve and evolve
    can we solve the secrets? No.
    can we take trinkets? No.
    so when the ink hits it's more than just a sequenced flow
    I can't bring you with me so I'm a leave me here
    centuries from now they're gonna study Atmosphere
    carefully I steer, I'm aware life is fatal
    when I go, I wanna go like Ho, taken by the play-dough

    [Chorus - 4X]
    • submitted by Brandon
    • corrected by Lymrik
    • written by Ian Stephen Mcculloch, William Sergeant, Leslie Pattinson, Pete Freitas
    • copyright with Lyrics © Warner/chappell Music, Inc.

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       CItAintEazy says:
      Like 004-09-2006 08:18
      Just a few words to say.. good song.. metaphors are pretty interesting here..
      Like 017-01-2006 00:41
      This is an amazing song. I use it to describe the many distanced people I meet. He is a poet, and a damn good one, too bad his new album isn't that great. You know "You Can't Imagine How Much Fun Were Havin".