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Edited on Tue Dec-05-06 12:16 AM by derby378
...it might go a little something like this:
When you left, the door was slammin' You left me cold lampin' I couldn't stomach the beats you were samplin' Paused in the doorway A thought led you astray Watched in slo-mo as the world took you away So I ran back into the hall Checked the doors, locked them all My crib's now a fortress, y'all Door in the house, lift descendin' Hit the landin' See the hackles on my cat be standin' How you like me now? I'm the concierge chez-moi, boo For love or money Don't care, 'cause I deny you My joy is now my fortress of solitude Barred and bolted Now I'm down with fortitude Stranger begone, your feet are estranged 'Cause you played me Now with my key I belay thee Washin' the panes Clean the stains away On my feet, and I say... Get out of my house
You come with Weather hangin' all about you Knock on my door But now I'm one with the house, tool It's old as I am Knows what I done Deals with my shit And my mistakes Of which there's a ton But now our spine is back Our attitude exact There's a fight in this house, take a step back With my keeper I clean it up But now I'm crib and keeper And I seen enough Pardon my French, but I'm the concierge Already heard that dirge So you know how it's gonna go Tell me it's cold outside, it can get even colder Abandon all hope, ye who enter here Washin' the panes, cleanin' the stains So turn around and beat a retreat And take your skank-ass feet Offer me the same ol' cheese Like I'm Mickey Mouse I done told you, kilogram... Get out of my house
You're shoutin' "In, let me in Little pig let me in Or I'll blow the house down And I'll blow you for grins" But I ain't down with the memories or reveries Or Devil's dreams of the woman who's my enemy Haven't you heard? The bird is the word So I'll shape-change Carry the word Further than it's heard Turn into the wind Then I kiss you with ice Like the chill in my heart Stronger than the beats you impart Scuttle your plans, kill your demands, Won't pick your locks, 'cause I'm a man who Understands Face toward the wind Hold your sin up for riducule I change into the Mule And I become the Mule And I become, become, become the motherfuckin' Mule
Two double-ought to the six, do you understand? derby breaks it all down oldschool for the Mules and the tools Kickin' it like a Democrat Not an aristocrat 'Cause I am Underground, bloodhound Hounds of Love and Anger in the house Special K, pick this up on your Aerial, baby...
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