Hey Y'all, I need quick feedback before I finish working on this song.

- Try and listen to the song before you read the lyrics

- *What do you think of my delivery*? (I'm still trying to figure out my different abilities -- delivery-wise; And I have this odd feeling that there are things I am forgetting/missing. So, can y'all tear my style apart? Appreciate it. )

- Sorry, the recording is Lo-fi and inconsistent: My laptop is currently on crack; it's been dating a celebutante and it can't afford Betty Ford.

- THANKS a lot for the feedback

- AUDIO: *4TH* song on here: http://www.myspace.com/heremakhetonline

- "Don't tell me I didn't put work into this mixtape. I'm 600 grand deep in this, son. I deserve a damn coulda-been-grammy." LOL. Had to go there.



{intro}
This's a preview of what's to come in the tapes that's mixed sweet like honey comb,
Ummm, taste that,
It feels like one, two, three diamonds for that LP,
Why? Cos-I-go

{chorus}
A-against the grain, a-gainst insane, a-gainst a Saint Wannabe,
Conveniently put 'em together aaand we can go 'gainst Hussein,
Uh,uh, uh, uh, a-gainst the rain, ah, a-gainst deranged melodies that sing past-due apologies,
Say it with me, Whorraah!


{verse i}
I'm such a hiiiit, weed heads been tryna smoke me to ashes, but that's okay,
Take a puff of this, get so high, Newton's law of gravity has gotta be wrong,
Gotta be strong like, Barry Bonds,uhh
But, 't's amazin' things we do jus' to belong,
As far as I concerned, should have made decision to leave school four years ago,
Four years wasted, jus' so I can say I do belong?
And worst part, I ain't even know I was only tryna belong, uh
Isn't school supposed to be a tool, to help you get to, where you wanna get to?
But if it ain't helpin' you do you, shouldn't you change direction, huh?
Hey "On Star," Where's nearest store I can cop extra balls from?
Imma need some'in extra to help me do one hundred, and eighty degreeeeees
And-I-go

{chorus}

{verse ii}
Unlike curry on lamb, the curriculum wasn't helping a don,
Matter of fact, made me worse than flat,
Eventually, it made me lose in-terest in something, I was in love with,
And that's the last time it will ever happen,
So from now on, I'm never fuckin wit situations that ain't the best,
Uhh, I don't, listen to sh't which ain't on frequency as high as sa'ellites, coz mediocre art is my cryptonite,
It makes me fall down in spite of my might,
Reporter asked, "Are you from the streets?" Nah, I am from a house, bitch
And 'fore you say shiyeet, you can letchurself out,
Yeeah, I grab my balls while stackin' blue chips,
Cos-I-go

{chours 2x}

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