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Pachino Lyrics - Artist : Rehab
I got a poster of Al Pachino on my wall
With a gun in his hand And a look in his eyes Like he might know just how I feel right now This, too, shall pass You know I'm quick to go syllable-istic Nothing majestic, just fresher than the next I flex through text, so turn up my transcript Danny ran the gambit Lamping, lab the lab Down to collab' on any track you have I've been laughed at for my abstract attack Actually, they be bullied from what I said way back The psycho circles like landfill buzzards, they must be the rich birds I heard a blue jay just say, "That's my cousin" Zip-a-dee-doo-da, ain't nothing happening These rhymes are Randy Moss practicing route-running But from the couch cushion with the beer And the sun coming up in the morning If what's done in the dark get to look at the light, I'll keep writing I'm not a titan, but I'll spit 'em tight Wanna stay fighting to make a living with this gift I've been given With all of my might, man, come get it I got a poster of Al Pachino on my wall With a gun in his hand And a look in his eyes Like he might know just how I feel right now This, too, shall pass People, they be looking at me like, "What an idiot" He need to get a better gig, a job that got some benefits But they don't really get that I'm a limited edition Attempted to spit it ever since a little kid could listen To Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, Mike, and Ralph, kept his attention Practicing in repetition Now I'm a lethal weapon chipping away at this existence And live in any minute, the minute not limited with timidity No longer interested in any industry entity It'll take a shiny diamond, pretty penny just to get with me Spit it independently These companies are human centipedes Stinking, slimy, slippery Tricking me for the vivid imagery My intentions are never to say they need venom or synergy Danny be in the periphery Jamming in anonymity Running with raggedy, rugged, rabid personalities Making it happen, tapping the pads Rapping it back at the crib, in the cabin labbing up with Dakota Said the colder the flow, the better Let's go get the cheddar I got a poster of Al Pachino on my wall With a gun in his hand And a look in his eyes Like he might know just how I feel right now This, too, shall pass I guess I'm stuck up 'cause I don't bust what the youngins love Just a doomcuff from bumcuff Egypt, my bruv With dreams of a young buck died quick, like, duh It's a venom, it's venus flytrap once you catch that buzz Hurry, catch a buzz 'cause guilt is all the trail weighs But a ton of us collapsed under the need to hellraise Slow learner, low class, fought and got my bell rang Acting hard, but I was more chitty chitty than bang bang 'Cause bullets and BBs are just not the same thing Pumped up with Daisy Twenty times, the safety Stays off like the thought process with a brain bleed Not the sharpest bush axe in the shack, my main squeeze is the M-I-C I said O-K-E-Ys, and my M-O-U-'s let's see Everything is my muse, I'm five-seven, obese 478 is the zip until Alexander deceased To say the least, life is a trip around the sun 'til you're done So I now shoot from the hypocritical hip we're equipped with It's nitwits from Earth Sick of what we sit with and the anger hurts I got a poster of Al Pachino on my wall With a gun in his hand And a look in his eyes Like he might know just how I feel right now This, too, shall pass |
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