Three Piece Suit
Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 3:39 pm
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In the morgue explorin yer organs with axes/
Bored, lookin for the source of yer wackness/
Never thought I'd resort to these courses of action/
Just to be warmer than torches and matches/
Its a war between the tortoise and rabbits/
Just to be adored and awarded the fastest/
I'm lookin forward toward the Lord when I'm askin/
Why we're forced to be born in these caskets/
We're never warned of the storm til it passes/
As we mourn for those who were torn from the masses/
Once the score is subtracted, the game is over/
Frame chained to boulders, trying to tame a soldier/
Blame the disorders but guilt is the cornerstone/
Cold hearts need affection cuz their bodies can't warm their own/
Queen torn from throne, ego stripped of a crown/
Grabbed the script from her mouth and flipped it around/
They say that roses are red but my heart is the bluest/
As I move close to the edge, its gettin harder to do it/
I'm at rock bottom even though I'm on top of the roof/
Looking down at the world doesn't stop the abuse/
Its the way of the earth, so much hatred it hurts/
All the people below just sit and wait for the worst/
Paramedics and cops, cameras set for the shot/
I hear em on the megaphones trying to get me to stop/
Its the coward way but life has a sour flavor/
If I jump, it'll be on YouTube an hour later/
Its now or never, but my thoughts are clouded with/
How we doubted shit, but you can't talk me out of it/
This is how it is, I've come to accept the facts/
Death is fast in this land obsessed with sex and cash/
The next step's the last, I lean and leap for truth/
A sweet excuse, I reach and release the chute/
I could never believe that I'm destined for greatness/
That would be far too stretched of a statement/
But if there's ever a day I'm in a position to speak/
And all the masses have gathered to listen to me/
Would I try to entertain them or deliver a message/
Select an issue and make sure my scriptures address it/
Or would I give in to the hottest trends at the time/
And conform to pop culture's sensless design/
Jump aboard the bandwagon and ride til it crashes/
Get back on my feet and dig my pride from the ashes/
Denied of a classic, too busy following the trends/
My message could have been timeless, not hollow in the end/
I had the ears of the world but I wasted the music/
Had the freedom of speech but refrained from its usage/
If you ever had wine, would you trade it for bread?/
I'd rather state how I feel and be hated instead/
Fuck it, call it Three Piece Suit and a clip-on tie!
I got that prep swagger, attire is American Eagle/
I'm evil, when you retire I'll be there with a needle/
This is euthanasia, lyrical lethal injection/
This is The Beatles with weapons, attack an easel in seconds/
A perfect picture, whisperin verbs, the words are rippin her/
Grabbin her shirt and kickin her til every nerve is perpendicular/
I work with integers, I've got the power of numbers/
Sour with hunger, Ruckus will devour a hunter/
I top the food chain, stop, yer crews lame/
I know the art of kickin shit like the socks of Lui Kang/
I'll mock a dude's name til hes split from the torment/
Yall need to wake up if you thought my sickness was dormant/
Turn a kid to an orphan, its six in the mornin/
I slipped in the door then relieved my victim of foreskin/
Yeah I make house calls, this is Ruckus the Rabbi/
Fuck it I cant lie, my dick's stuck in my pants fly/
In the morgue explorin yer organs with axes/
Bored, lookin for the source of yer wackness/
Never thought I'd resort to these courses of action/
Just to be warmer than torches and matches/
Its a war between the tortoise and rabbits/
Just to be adored and awarded the fastest/
I'm lookin forward toward the Lord when I'm askin/
Why we're forced to be born in these caskets/
We're never warned of the storm til it passes/
As we mourn for those who were torn from the masses/
Once the score is subtracted, the game is over/
Frame chained to boulders, trying to tame a soldier/
Blame the disorders but guilt is the cornerstone/
Cold hearts need affection cuz their bodies can't warm their own/
Queen torn from throne, ego stripped of a crown/
Grabbed the script from her mouth and flipped it around/
They say that roses are red but my heart is the bluest/
As I move close to the edge, its gettin harder to do it/
I'm at rock bottom even though I'm on top of the roof/
Looking down at the world doesn't stop the abuse/
Its the way of the earth, so much hatred it hurts/
All the people below just sit and wait for the worst/
Paramedics and cops, cameras set for the shot/
I hear em on the megaphones trying to get me to stop/
Its the coward way but life has a sour flavor/
If I jump, it'll be on YouTube an hour later/
Its now or never, but my thoughts are clouded with/
How we doubted shit, but you can't talk me out of it/
This is how it is, I've come to accept the facts/
Death is fast in this land obsessed with sex and cash/
The next step's the last, I lean and leap for truth/
A sweet excuse, I reach and release the chute/
I could never believe that I'm destined for greatness/
That would be far too stretched of a statement/
But if there's ever a day I'm in a position to speak/
And all the masses have gathered to listen to me/
Would I try to entertain them or deliver a message/
Select an issue and make sure my scriptures address it/
Or would I give in to the hottest trends at the time/
And conform to pop culture's sensless design/
Jump aboard the bandwagon and ride til it crashes/
Get back on my feet and dig my pride from the ashes/
Denied of a classic, too busy following the trends/
My message could have been timeless, not hollow in the end/
I had the ears of the world but I wasted the music/
Had the freedom of speech but refrained from its usage/
If you ever had wine, would you trade it for bread?/
I'd rather state how I feel and be hated instead/
Fuck it, call it Three Piece Suit and a clip-on tie!
I got that prep swagger, attire is American Eagle/
I'm evil, when you retire I'll be there with a needle/
This is euthanasia, lyrical lethal injection/
This is The Beatles with weapons, attack an easel in seconds/
A perfect picture, whisperin verbs, the words are rippin her/
Grabbin her shirt and kickin her til every nerve is perpendicular/
I work with integers, I've got the power of numbers/
Sour with hunger, Ruckus will devour a hunter/
I top the food chain, stop, yer crews lame/
I know the art of kickin shit like the socks of Lui Kang/
I'll mock a dude's name til hes split from the torment/
Yall need to wake up if you thought my sickness was dormant/
Turn a kid to an orphan, its six in the mornin/
I slipped in the door then relieved my victim of foreskin/
Yeah I make house calls, this is Ruckus the Rabbi/
Fuck it I cant lie, my dick's stuck in my pants fly/