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chonny jash - count eleven lyrics

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say what you aren’t
sell what i see
pray tell, what you wanna be when the beat gets awful frisky?
lawful risky
hit ‘em with the freak sh_t, makeshift, breakbeat, straight heat
afraid he’ll come undone on the runaround

never buy a beat that you know that you can make by scratch

do me a favour, won’t ya?
put a little semiquaver culture in this structure
vampire vultures stalk in the dread of the night
dead to rights are the knights of the 4/4 court of scorewrights
it’s heaven for those who can send it
ascendant
a triplet groove for this mathematics lesson
school is in session
a million miles an hour for the f_ckwit, dipsh_t, white kid
give it to me straight, , mate?
sh_t

i wanted
be someone else;
the bonds that
me from my sh_ll

thine own sick spell
sins sit
still, sum yet withheld
ain’t that nifty?
ain’t that something else?
ain’t this ?
ain’t this such the yell?
too easy
too round and slow
this with me
beats or so

i don’t need drums to keep time
if rhyme’s a weapon, i’m betting yours ain’t half as sharp as mine
much ado about naught but oneself
the selfish sets all else’s fairs square on the shelf
heaven and h_ll can contend that life’s the
practice before the mortal must leap in the deep end
but no, i’ve never believed in those creeps

bet that i can on the self at any odds they’ll let me stake it
learning that i can’t half_bake it
full_and_a_half at the very least
pulling a calf, all to keep
up with my heroes and all the cool sh_t they’ve done
one fun run becomes a marathon
never done

it’s fun to hear thunder
but i can’t take the bullsh_t anymore
what’s it for?

well, is no longer the standard
the beat’s gone independent
sovereign nation of fun
the state of the passionate hum
bolstered by the wait they’ve been forced to take since day one
give it to me straight, can you count to eleven, c_nt?
say it with me
say you’ll take the plunge
let’s get busy

scream and tell them their
rules are made in
hatred, greed and fear

life’s a rental
make its maker write
off the excess
milk this till it’s dry
when they say to
jump, you say “how high?”

- chonny jash lyrics

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