Perfect Sentence
Please savour the first taste, and pace your first race placing
Seen them nerves that have you pacing round the backstage
I mean we're all scared of being slaves
Learning to contain all our rages in those deep and dark places
Until they bust loose, float to the surface, sail-like ghost ships
Tormenting up the seven seas of wordplay I've been surfing
And my life's sentence? Being to find the perfect sentence
Observing the learning curve that seems to serve only to dent us
And the pain's relentless
I tried to get away but stayed put
Like a prisoner in magnetic boots
But like an astronaut in space suits, had you all fooled
Thinking I've been gone for months out stepping upon the moon
When I rarely even left my front room
Shadow looming over paper trails
That tell tales delving deeper than an ocean whale
A sirens song to hypnotise, a truth to contradict the lies
My guided hand is gliding blindly writing signs to capture time
Easy when you do, easy when you don't
Whatever gets you up to the front lines fine
Take your time, hard-working on your mind
And maybe you will find the perfect sentence
Because it's not easy when you do, easy when you don't
Whatever gets you up to the front lines fine
Take your time, hard-working on your mind
And maybe you will find
Who knows whose prose is going to get chose like those of Moses?
Give you a hint I'm standing next to a burning bus of roses
I stamp on toes break noses, I spit flows like hoses
I am the explosives in the back of the mind of Joseph
Urging him that virgin birth is verging on the verge of
Virtual insanity
The absurd verse that you heard first is virtual reality
Got a warped grip walk with a warped stick
To talk to the court in the chalk pit 'bout how I stalked
Stabbed and grabbed Brad with a pit bull and a pitchfork
Learnt the rich talk and the Crip walk
Flip pork every time I pass the pigs
I'm on the down low like Russian MIGs
Flying over wigwams and ghettos filled up with the Nation of Islam
Cutting it up like jealous wives with knives
Or cats who think that they've got nine lives
You want to joyride? Ask Ironside about handbrake turns
Hit you harder than when you land break and burn
Hard to discern in the depths like Jules Verne
Easy when you do, easy when you don't
Whatever gets you up to the front lines fine
Take your time, hard-working on your mind
And maybe you will find the perfect sentence
Because it's not easy when you do, easy when you don't
Whatever gets you up to the front lines fine
Take your time, hard-working on your mind
And maybe you will find
The erratic attic dweller
Teller of the interstellar search to find the perfect sentence
Building bridges, burning fences as I stayed pensive
Working this rhyme factory
Actively avoiding all matter that doesn't matter factually
The scratch-back faction that seeks to speak but never preach
And wherever we reach we keep it relative
Chill like sedative, stay on this tip like I was meditative
Conversably alert knowing my iron will never give
Because It's not
Easy when you do, easy when you don't
Whatever gets you up to the front lines fine
Take your time, hard-working on your mind
And maybe you will find
Seen them nerves that have you pacing round the backstage
I mean we're all scared of being slaves
Learning to contain all our rages in those deep and dark places
Until they bust loose, float to the surface, sail-like ghost ships
Tormenting up the seven seas of wordplay I've been surfing
And my life's sentence? Being to find the perfect sentence
Observing the learning curve that seems to serve only to dent us
And the pain's relentless
I tried to get away but stayed put
Like a prisoner in magnetic boots
But like an astronaut in space suits, had you all fooled
Thinking I've been gone for months out stepping upon the moon
When I rarely even left my front room
Shadow looming over paper trails
That tell tales delving deeper than an ocean whale
A sirens song to hypnotise, a truth to contradict the lies
My guided hand is gliding blindly writing signs to capture time
Easy when you do, easy when you don't
Whatever gets you up to the front lines fine
Take your time, hard-working on your mind
And maybe you will find the perfect sentence
Because it's not easy when you do, easy when you don't
Whatever gets you up to the front lines fine
Take your time, hard-working on your mind
And maybe you will find
Who knows whose prose is going to get chose like those of Moses?
Give you a hint I'm standing next to a burning bus of roses
I stamp on toes break noses, I spit flows like hoses
I am the explosives in the back of the mind of Joseph
Urging him that virgin birth is verging on the verge of
Virtual insanity
The absurd verse that you heard first is virtual reality
Got a warped grip walk with a warped stick
To talk to the court in the chalk pit 'bout how I stalked
Stabbed and grabbed Brad with a pit bull and a pitchfork
Learnt the rich talk and the Crip walk
Flip pork every time I pass the pigs
I'm on the down low like Russian MIGs
Flying over wigwams and ghettos filled up with the Nation of Islam
Cutting it up like jealous wives with knives
Or cats who think that they've got nine lives
You want to joyride? Ask Ironside about handbrake turns
Hit you harder than when you land break and burn
Hard to discern in the depths like Jules Verne
Easy when you do, easy when you don't
Whatever gets you up to the front lines fine
Take your time, hard-working on your mind
And maybe you will find the perfect sentence
Because it's not easy when you do, easy when you don't
Whatever gets you up to the front lines fine
Take your time, hard-working on your mind
And maybe you will find
The erratic attic dweller
Teller of the interstellar search to find the perfect sentence
Building bridges, burning fences as I stayed pensive
Working this rhyme factory
Actively avoiding all matter that doesn't matter factually
The scratch-back faction that seeks to speak but never preach
And wherever we reach we keep it relative
Chill like sedative, stay on this tip like I was meditative
Conversably alert knowing my iron will never give
Because It's not
Easy when you do, easy when you don't
Whatever gets you up to the front lines fine
Take your time, hard-working on your mind
And maybe you will find
Credits
Writer(s): James Alexander Collins, Colin Anthony Starr, Lester Philip Alexander Brown, Paul Kevin Lee Silver
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