Opio in "Burnt"
"Da-be-boop
Bop your head to this
Mischievous
Soul socidle idle chatter never slips off the lips of this writer
Might not be the greater innovator of the rhyme scheme
My style is the visine to get your eyes opening
This Raggedy Andy gets dandy like a lion in the meadow
While the teapots blow off steam like a kettle
You hip to the hop I kick I trip the life fantastic
Gettin into the mood that have been a pornographic
The vandal with the vocals making them locals go insane
The regal rhymer speak sustenance for the brain
Get frisky with the phrases as you praise this like a deity
The one of liberated soul, control for infinity
Got style by the square mile
Cats got a finer child
Hieroglyphics full of lifted rhythms for the meanwhile
Articulate my lingo as I mingle in my medium of speech
And reach to pop profits as I ponder and teach
A smidgen of religion to the fraudulent
Listen, pay attention, I'm the master of this convention
Kick the wicked and wild style
While you're stutterin just like Smiley
Skippin singles of your saturn dreams
Too bad it seems you try me
A wiser wordy wisit pays a visit to your subconsience
Crush you under and extinguish all the nonsense
Optimistic, stylistic, mysticness I'm swift
Like Mercury
Mercy me
I show I've got the gift"
I know it's not accurate because there's a lot of questionable areas, but it's better than any of the lyrics for it I've seen out there.
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Life is just blah, blah, blah
You hope for blah
And sometimes you find it, but mostly it's blah
And waiting for blah
And hoping you were right about the blahs you made
And then, just when you think you've got the whole blah'd damn thing figured out
And you're surrounded by the ones you blah
Death shows up... anddd blah, blah, blah.
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