HARD LOOK CASE
UN-G
im on the fast track with multiple attack
so i'm never looking back and you'll never see me act
as a passive captive
in a funky victim narrative
what i got to give
in this life I live
with a scowl and a smile
and original style
is a little bit of the
old pma what i say
i'm flowing throug live with the obi wan cunning
forever i'll keep that death star gunning
J-BOMB
Running on empty
I still got my foot on the gas
There is no finish line, but they all still pass
Me by like the rats that they are
Infest my mind, my house, my home, and my car
They took the time to do 2-a-days
The man plays to win,
but I play to play.
CHORUS
I'm a hard look case
but i don't look hard
so take a hard took at
how i throw the cards
cause I just don't.
SULU
What's the matter, tell me why you got the hard look?
Latin polyrhythms in the breaks with all the mod-look
Horniness attached to this.
It's like the mambo kings and more than just the averages.
Because we're fighting all the odds in the
attempt to make the glutius
Shake until you're studious with knowledge of what the duty is
And that's to just keep on playing the game
and play the right way,
With even playing fields
no matter what the haters might say.
UN-G
8 million voices and personal choices
got you... in a surreal context
feeling like... your up on next
to inhale... from that cookie cutter bong
mind is a fog with mediocre songs
deep down inside feeling all wrong
CHORUS
SULU
They say the taller the tale,
Well then the harder the look.
So then you must be telling stories
trying to look like a crook.
And at the start of the book,
I'm gonna write a page turner
Gotta keep the words flowing
So I can be a wage earner
The age burner –
where the hell the years all go?
But still we're playing in the game
Without a fear I'll fold
And now this beer I hold, and
I'm gonna keep dealing
With whatever I'm dealt,
the stakes are heading for the ceiling.
J-BOMB
I go to work and watch the machine all day
Stare at its cogs with the features set to play
Lights flashing on I hear the whirrs and the grumbles
I'm hooked in, my noise is less than a mumble
Twisting through the gears my oil is not needed
Got to wait twelve hours till the master says, "Beat it!"
Somewhere along the line I fell in, but out of range.
I'm part of the inner workings, but I still feel quite estranged.
UN-G
Rearrange away from that segregation
react to the world with a han relation
with the last name solo I blast them greedos
keep my shit tight like a pair speedos
a glitch in the flow of the mass consumption
living life beyond.. all them asumptions
CHORUS
