C. Brubaker - Nintendo lyrics

[VERSE ONE- THE TOP CIVILIAN] This goes… to my youth: to reading Weekly Readers Always being too heavy so my totter only teetered Paying meters with pockets of loose change Still wash with Lever 2000- things have changed They seek the matters, you maintain the facts Don't decipher life by acid-coating your lower back Like my deejay did. Open your ears and listen in Side effects of the drug-induced life that we lived Paper clips hold my pages so the haters can diss Quick to point fingers, but never ever penned a script Doves cry, but make love just like the pigeons ...Feed ‘em dry rice ‘til they explode just like your opinions I can't spake Russian, hope I'm speaking your language Not the same sh** you listen to on the regular baggage- In excess. My best guess is I aim to impress Leave you like a fish: wet and breathless like... [VERSE TWO- MC BREW] It's embedded in my genetics, so I'll never forget this Receiving no credit, gets hectic Sequestered into reckless words Blurting out until it gets unnerving I've refrained from the complaining That's waning ‘cuz to blame things instead of taking action Grabbing the reigns against the grain- restraining So, may I reinstate nothing that seems faint? Just point blank with the rest of the team would be great Now I've been deeply plunging since the beginning past the end of that whole grunge thing Wanting one thing: that's progress and thought I've always been expunging Burning sensation as if it's acid refluxing As we keep clutching a false sense of hope and can't cope The false image of what we trust to some It's a trembling feeling that seems overwhelming Speech therapy in which I dare to be carefree No guidelines to follow ‘cuz you can live your life to lose Or you can refuse to take refuge [VERSE THREE- THE TOP CIVILIAN] Either you have it, you lack it, had it but you lost it Can write a good flow, maybe can freestyle flawless Most are jawless, so you's best to check your dentures This misadventure's broadcast uncut and uncensored Try to test me, I'll get randier than Savage Make a pro look like the average fan forcing the habit For the record- this ain't about diamond mines So while you paper-chase and hate, I'll toss tingles to spines Only mingle with like-minds to keep myself stable Leave the weak behind, the fake kind here to make Pesos or any denomination Give me a vain to stick my pain in Stop complaining. when Atlas falls, he calls the rain in I'll be up-the-wall climbing, the feed me hand I'm biting Trying to find my way, before my way finds me fighting Cop-a-feel from a cop to get out of a ticket... My life's a Post-it Note; I got nowhere to stick it like...