Mars Ill - I Is lyrics

yeah, this is where it all starts; it seems to be the hard part you're listening but communication's a lost art words are discounted, on special this week at wal-mart every time my car starts, you're left holding a hard heart this is where i flesh it out, from my head to mouth to the lyrics to the verses and records you only read about this where i stop writing, i'll be back in an hour after sports center, two cups of black coffee and a shower did you miss me, the song didn't miss a step do what i do for long enough, you're bound to get a rep this is where i stop and realize i've lost the topic i was talking about life, love – yeah, ok, i got it i want to hold you, and tell you that everything is ok black out the sun so tonight can never go away supposed to stay strong so they can play along but without you, i'm nothing and inspiration is gone this is where i face the crowd and explain what i mean from the songs that sing to the dreams that i dream come along for the very things that nobody knows there's more to show you, but this is where the chorus goes this all live, this is what we're given this is where the fact is separated from fiction this is where i talk, this is where you listen this is where you learn what it is and what it isn't this is where a punch line would go (here) next is a dramatic pause designed for the live show, (here) oh, i know, i got it, maybe it's like the mic was made for me or i was made for this mic this is where the flow change, this album is pro*pain put it in the so-strange category, ok both closer, aware, alive and awake now this is where dust would insert a simple breakdown this is where i shout out to my crew to switch the vibe deepspace what who, deepspace 5 this is where i've had enough, where it's time to make an effort to blast it out and smash it up this is where i diss the radio rap world where lucky rules you've got truck j**els but nobody love you this is where i go to bed and start again at sunlight fall into a deep sleep, listening to one mic this all live, this is what we're given this is where the fact is separated from fiction this is where i talk, this is where you listen this is where you learn what it is and what it isn't this is where the final act begins it's nothing really special, it's just time for me to rap again i'm pulling off my skin and showing you what's there within i'm tapping into anger, happiness plus embarra**ment this is a call and response for you to put your hands in the air and yell back any answer you want till we gave you control and let it be open dust and manchild to nathan corrona and gregory owens i better be going, it's as simple as that something captured your heart and i'm not giving it back is where it tones down, operator hold the phones now this is where i set you up for something profound this song's about giving you and yours a blessed know-how to pour your soul out and change the streets of your town give it a go-round, go back and do it all again i is and this is where the songs ends i is and this is where the songs ends i is and this is where the songs ends