FOR LACK OF BETTER WORDS LP

by Words Babylon

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released November 11, 2011

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Conscious and complex rhymes for conscious and complex people

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Track Name: Swag
It's Meltin' Pot, non-stop; don't even talk to me
If you spell Words with a 'Z' or our name without an apostrophe
But I'm some kinda freak who's constantly annoyed
That nobody really likes but he tries to be your boy
Ha! I'm hella chokin' off that grape kush coughin'
And took so many drugs that my brain's cooked rotten
Talkin' hella shit on my facebook comments
ADD makes it so I can't stay put often
You wanna step up well get served amigo
You never played the game you just learned the cheatcodes
I'm recruitin' pilgrims for the revolt
I'm takin' drugs n' makin' music like we were the Beatles
I'm punk rock- like Turbo negro
I used to be inn cult callled the Purple People
I used to be good then i turned to evil
I used to be clean and now it burns my peehole
When I urine it hurts; it's the return; the sequel
Of my version of tyler durdan; that's words' ego
Kinda hard for me to go and take the full drive
The first rule of fight club is don't say the same rule twice
I'm fuckin' bulldikes and chicks who can't get none
Leavin' bodily fluids and stains behind with the bedbugs
And then I'm onto the next one
No sign of protection
High off the endust
The redheaded stepson
Ready to ef up stuff and then cut
Before anybody notices and gets us
Redrum- you know i hate these stupid rappers
Make'em all kill themselves when they play my music backwards
So go ahead and get hyphy in your scraper
My future is odd like Tyler the Creator
Oh fa sho- you know that I'ma leave 'em on a sour note
Everybody hit the fuckin' deck like we bout to blow

SWAG- EITHER YOU GOT IT OR YOU DON'T
-SO LEMME SEE THEM DEVILHORNS, BROTHER- ROCK N' ROLL
SWAG- LEMME SEE YOUR HANDS
-I AIN'T ASKIN' NICELY THESE ARE MY DEMANDS
SWAG- EITHER YOU GOT IT OR YOU DON'T
-SO LEMME SEE THEM DEVILHORNS, BROTHER- ROCK N' ROLL
SWAG- LEMME SEE YOUR HANDS
-I AIN'T ASKIN' NICELY THESE ARE MY DEMANDS
Track Name: Fade To Grey
He woke up hungover with the indigestion;
head pounding, got dressed and quickly stepped
he's got to be at work- in a second
skipped a balanced meal and had a cigarette for breakfast
in the car; keys in the ignition; he hits the engine
searches for radio stations, but doesn't hear shit that gets him
-And he wonders if he has a soul- or if it's left him
It's like life goes on forever as if it's endless
-In the morning- the traffic is relentless
and it feels like a sport the way they drive so aggressive
...and he's pissed cuz some dick cut him off in the intersection
...at the very least... his middle finger's an extension
an expression of the rebellion held in against oppression
he got caught with glued on angel wings tryna get into heaven
and the sights and the sounds of this city- he finds depressin'
and he's gonna run forever in fear the past will catch him

CHORUS:
AND FOR SOME-
YOU KNOW- TOMORROW NEVER COMES-
EVERYDAY IS THE SAME-
AND THERE ARE NO BETTER ONES-
YOU KNOW HE WAITED BUT TODAY CAME WAY TOO LATE-
AND THE SHADES OF BLACK AND WHITE START TO FADE TO GREY

VERSE2:
in his cubicle- while he does his work-
he thinks about what it's worth, and why his stomache hurts
EVERYDAY- the tension is mountin' becomin' worse-
if he doen't do somethin' about it, he's gonna burst!!!
everyone on earth wants to learn it the hard way
he spends all day rehearsin' the words that I'd say
it's lunch- but still he's not even hungry
and he can't think of nothin' left to love but there's gotta be something
and it probaly means he just needs some more sleep
he asked God for help but he ignores me
\so keep conforming
and dreaming and snoring
and thinking everything's boring
and reaching for things
- that don't exist-
like happiness-
the rest of my life can't be this
working and stacking chips
with uncle sam taxing it
who I am taking a backseat
they actually have trapped me and
I'm just understanding this

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