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Aint A Damn Thing

from Burn While Listening by The Science

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The industry's fucked up if you ask me - because real music comes from the streets
And they say from the ghetto you must be - but I'm coming from the suburbs, that's just me

Invincible to musical principles or its rituals
Divisible like triplets, you getting it? I'm killing it
I'm betting it I'm ripping it
(Devil worship)
On some scientifical experiment, we're burning it
Learn to quit - Cause we don't give a fuck
Clip the bumps in the trunk - 15's hit em up
You slip in shit, I pick it up
Runnin circles round these clowns
Bloodhounds hunt em down and spray the round
Sprayed a brand new sound in a brand new town
Lookin for the heat now, this beat now, will get a beat down
Done pissin on the track? Put the seat down - I mean now - You bleed out
You see how I rearrange the flow
So deranged and inflamed, aint a thing
To drop a melody on some strings and blow your ears out, reroute
And I'm out - but then I come right back
You on the same old path, I'm on a whole new map
This that brand new crack - undigested by the masses
So you could guess that I'm settin a trap to try and grab it
I'm trying to blast it - I'm trying to smash it out the park where nobody can catch it
And there you have it - chemical reactions not paralleled in any fashion
By anybody rapping - Aint over stop your nappin
I'm just gettin started the throttle just relaxin - Make it happen
Feeling a bit of the friction, no kiddin so feel the traction
Feeling a twinge of the jealousness and your hesitant to come back in
I don't blame you for your actions - Pickin it up, the slack, is just a bit of my passion
I'm happy to oblige, no lies, you gettin half right now, you get the other for a fraction
Of what it costs to manufacture it
Lyrical rapture and that's about it
That's about it

There aint a damn thing you can do to be me
There aint a damn thing you can do to be free
There aint a damn thing I can do about it
So I shout it from the top of my lungs up to the clouds

I need to strengthen my spine - or rather my mind
I splatter my rhymes like bloodsplattering crimes
I have trouble and I stumble but I still remain humble
I mutter and I mumble but I still do not crumble

Keep it blowin and smokin - til the motion got you going
To a notion of commotion floatin through this deadly ocean
Of diseased ridden roaches - I'm hopin I can cope with
Peoples cold shoulders - Shoulders gettin colder as I'm gettin older
I don't think it's over cause I'm all but stoned sober
No more luck, no more four leaf clovers, I'm a roamer
I'm a loner, motherfuckin smoker til death
I'm a mess but I flex with the best
Put it all together, make it fresh, bless the cess
Feel it in your chest

There aint a damn thing you can do to be me
There aint a damn thing you can do to be free
There aint a damn thing I can do about it
So I shout it from the top of my lungs up to the clouds

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from Burn While Listening, released August 2, 2013
Produced by: S. Zimmerman
Written by: S. Zimmerman, D. Beichler
Music by: S. Zimmerman, T. Wishard @ State Line Entertainment

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