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l.i.f.e. long ft. many styles – “random thoughts”
[emcee(s): many styles (aka i am many) and l.i.f.e. long]
[producer(s): ben boogie]

[verse 1: many styles (aka i am many)]
i don’t really give a sh-t about the type of sh-t you like
who you feeling in the moment or you believe to be nice
i believe in leaving ignorant people alone
to each his own. f-ck it, if the b-lls said i’m grown
i’ve been looking for a particular theme to keep, searching
the deep [?] lurking and tied to the beat
urging me to keep working ‘til i release a master-
-piece or, at least, master a piece of this [?]
many styles, to say the least, is very determined
and he prefers to refer to himself in third person
the track to which the train is attached keeps turning, so the
train does just that. what did you expect?
one thing leads to another. gee, i wonder what’s next?
as of lately, i’ve been a little depressed. but that’s a
bit much to be discussed with only two bars left
too much to be discussed with only…

[hook: l.i.f.e. long and many styles (aka i am many)]
inspiration brings forth things of all sorts
information comes in clumps of random thoughts. if you
hear me scrambling thoughts, rambling off-course
[?] can happen when you’re handling random thoughts

[verse 2: l.i.f.e. long]
pon-
-dering thoughts, am i thinking what i’m thinking? are
we rising up or are we really sinking? i con-
-centrate hard enough, the third starts blinking. ideas
start ringing in tune. my mind’s working. the brain’s
a muscle pumped off thought. start zo-
-ning, lost in my mind, caught inside day-
-dreams of a perfect world with the wife, two
seeds, boy and a girl, house with a white picket
fence somewhere fly, where time don’t move and
you never die. age ageless. songs of freedom
from hummingbirds’ cages. paradise, although the
struggle’s still priceless. what it’s worth becomes the
outcome that’s worthless. my mind explores grounds
hidden beneath the surface to reveal truths inside
see the mind cry. a million things to do as these
thoughts multiply

[verse 3: l.i.f.e. long]
envision
the world, hold a piece of the sky, feel the
clouds float as time drifts by. the mind
captivates the image that’s conceived. see
the picture drawn out. random thoughts proceed, off
on a tangent, written past the margin. fate
is natural, things happen. you can’t bargain or
begin to overstand what lies in hand. every-
-one has a mission, so we formulate plans just like
an architect drawing up the blueprints, finding
answers to questions without clues or hints. i can’t
walk your miles. your shoes don’t fit, plus your
course is off-balance. stay focused. everyone
knows what’s known from who they know (they don’t know)
but who’s the one giving out the info? (i don’t know)
i cram to understand, driving way off-course
it happens when you’re handling random thoughts

[verse 4: many styles (aka i am many)]
i think about
a lot of things (uh huh). should you take a walk
inside of this [?], you will find many a thought
several situations, all of them taking place in
a transparent fabric of the imagination
one [?] could only fathom the image of its creation
let alone examine the perimeter. standing ad-
-jacent is the exhibit of he who inherits whatever’s
[?]
[?] but a mere blemish
[?] when it previously occurred
seemingly meaningless but worthy of being observed
[?] it would take to, once again, wonder the thoughts
we ponder and unconsciously create, but it would
take us back, crack, and, perhaps, a reen-
-actment of that [?] just happened to happen
the facilitating imagery (uh huh) would be to see the
picture vividly so you could exhibit and read. visit
the exquisitely vivid vicinity. simply
put, it cannot be put simply. the thought
of a thought is a paradox as well as an epiphany

- l i f e long

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