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Think Big
02:19
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I lick the tip of the pen
And jot a tale of women and men
Stricken by deliberate trends
Fitted and delivered to them with particular blends
I'm sitting hidden within the covers on my futon
I lick the tip of the pen
And jot a tale of women and men
Stricken by deliberate trends
Fitted and delivered to them with particular blends
I’m sittin’ hidden within the covers on my futon
Watching Jimmy Neutron
Munchin' on croutons
Shaping fiction 'bout the dreamer living on coupons
Think of a man with ink in his hands
Living out of his Abraham Lincoln van on the brink of insan-
-Ity bitty city kiddies bringing the ruckus
Thinkin’ they understand what lingers above us
I complicate the characters
Some have cataracts
Others, sharp as a battle axe
Matter of fact, imagine that
Remove myself at first then add me back after the fact with laughing tracks
Flipping the tube
Biblical views
Critical news
Suspend my disbelief
Then gimme comic relief and topical beef, yeah
Think big, think different
Think of why you're living
Think big think different
So what ya living for?
I lick the tip of the pen
And jot a tale of women and men, beginning to end
Base em on the villains and heroism on my television
The walking dead, the talking heads spreading fear of terrorism
I’m just your friendly neighborhood observant man
Jottin notes, dropping flows, sippin bourbon man
I wanna better myself, spittin to nework
Hoping for hella-wealth and minimal effort
I think I deserve it even though I haven’t earned it
Hooks and loops bring us together like we’re written in cursive
Some of ya know me, a few scoutin'
If you dig the lyrics then you probably owe me, but who’s countin
Talk is cheap, that's why these rhymes are free
Lost the beat awkwardly pardon me, look ,let’s talk it out
My name is Vice Verse, I don’t know what I’m talkin about
Repeat chorus
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Work The Numbers
03:48
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From where I stand I can see New York from here
To think a man could earn a fortune through the course of a year
I see a million ants marching to the beat of the city
Pulling strings from the sky because of all the thievery in me
Outstretching my hand from where I stand
The center wouldn’t hold, and so I decorated the border with badlands The tone of peace, embellish it with the yelp of a siren
Directing attention with the help of Poseidon
I
I'm witnessing the structure of one another from a birds eye visual
Above the clouds where the sounds are original
Life’s but a dream but a dream isn’t livable
And so I give em something to listen to
I dedicate these rhymes to my spine in the times that were pivotal
Admit it though, you’re just as guilty too
If the world had a top I would be there
If only I could work the numbers like a leap year
From where I stand I can kind of see the top floor
Sometimes I see them look down and I wonder if they want more
But I don’t look for long because my body wasn’t built for that
Instead I look ahead at that which keeps these skills intact
See if the world had a top I wouldn’t be there, I wouldn’t there
I know my number, I’m happy I have the capacity to be aware
I see a million men marching to the beat of their hearts
The rhythm of living given to people with spark
I know at least two of my students will be improving this place
I know I spent my youthful days perusing the waste amused at how it usually tastes
I know there’s use in informing them of all the stupid mistakes former communities made
But should I tell em bout the similarities of movements today
So if the world had a top would you be there
You think that you could work the numbers like a leap year?
From where I float I can see the planet as it actually is
Before me a sea of anonymity where these people practically live
Every joke I ever laughed at
Every fast track
Every hazmat
Every fat stack that's been devoted
to abstract maps that were meant to patch facts all together for backpacks
Yeah well I’m passed that
I am the spaceman, I go great lengths for man
Behind me is everything I’ve never known
To think that mission control could determine the fate of my soul
I play the pilot in evolving climates until I’m timeless
I'm hearing fire sirens, vibrant red horizons shining through two tired eyelids
I am the spaceman, I go great lengths for man, I’m here to reach ya
If the world had a top I would be there
If only I cold work the numbers like a leap year
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Abstract Verses Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Abstract Verses is a hip-hop experiment based out of Philadelphia. From them you can expect poetic lyrics, elaborate melodies, and a heavy emphasis on modern jazz based influences.
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