Song Description

a song about how people never really say what's on their minds

Lyrics

Chorus:

Hello. How ya been? what'ya been doin' with it all?
And then you ask me "how ya been?" and I say nothing at all.

Verse 1:

Oops ya just got caught up in the suck of my under tow. I'll let you know. Make you take a better look at what it is that you own cause it's not mine. I wouldn't want it even if it was because the dust that forms the crust on what you bust is stuck. I erupt for more than just a buck and begin to tuck you in w/ my pen. Transform from my norm into king tut when I throw my curse on your verse and ascend to a higher ground sounding independent. Never lending a limb but extending it. It's dismemberment for a late payment. I was sent to shine so find time to squint and analyze the prize winning word placement. I caught you rhyme and I traced it never to embrace it. It's tasteless. A better rap is my bracelet. Face it. It's anxiuos wasted words upon the pages w/ out a spark now your left in the dark. Woodz be the cat w/ the rotweiler bark. Bring it.

Chorus

Breakdown:

You tell me that your life is fine. Do you really care much about mine? If you want to listen then give it a try. My answer's never given in a little white lie.

Verse 2:

W/ these imperialistic, majestic linguistics i move bricks and lift people out of trenches w/ henchmen that bang sticks and pluck strings. Knuckles hug the mic when these lyrics swing. Yes it's the misfit mix that'll get ya hot and heavy, leave you dusted in a battle. Polygraph test said yes your a tattle. I'll darken your outlook on life like a shadow. Oh my word I herd words like cattle. Shattering illusions w/ smooth shit and such. Dust when I bust w/ the fusion of the clutch of the mic I grip and this hip I drop when the music I love is played. It's hip-hop. Where you been is what they been asking. I'm at where i'm at and that's the musical task I'm in. Know I'm asking you. Where you been?

Chorus (x2)