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Crazy Town
The Gift Of Game
Face The Music
Music & Lyrics: S. Binzer - B. Mazur

Now, we push rhymes, crazy rhymes
Words force fed to your mind.
Trace the source brother, brother.
Face the music, don�t confuse it for another.
Nothing comes close to this
Kiss the sky.
These grands change hands
As our fans multiply.
We push rhymes.
People gather �round when we
Kick them.
Go Boy, Shifty stick �em.
Ha ha ha stick �em.
Burning bridges, smoking ism,
Losing my religion,
Shooting the breeze,
We got these MC�s ass kissing.
If you can�t take the heat,
Then get your ass out of the kitchen.
I freak it off the wall.
Crammin�, slammin� points of view
Into your fucking skull.
Bitch, that�s why we stick �em.

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Stick �em
Ha ha ha stick �em
Ha stick �em, ha ha ha stick �em.
Stick �em, ha ha ha stick �em
Stick �em, stick-em, stick �em.
Stick �em, ha ha ha stick �em.
Ha stick �em, ha ha ha stick �em.

Well, I tapped you on the spinal
With an anesthetic.
Epic is the definition
Written into grooves of vinyl.
It�s called survival,
When I drop the stylish into friction.
Techtonic traits.
Drifting like the plates,
It shakes like the quakes in Cali.
The mystic Majaraji.
Mission of the kamikaze comeback kid.
Producer super status.
I�m here to claim my reign
As the baddest beat peddler.
So, place your bet middler.
The roof is a blaze.
And yo, we�re smoking out the fiddler.
We�re sipping on a hundred proof liquor.
Welcome to the dooms day dawning.
Hot like the sun.
No time to relax.
We pack the doomsday gun.

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Call me a drifter, richter.
When I hit you with the stick �em.
I�m talking shit.
The pit starter.
A wanted man.
The one who cuffed your daughter
To my bed stand
AND
I talk a lot of shit
because I know a lot of shit
I know, I said I�d quit.
But I just want another hit.
It�s madness.
Pimping like Gladys,
The baddest.
Maintain our status.
That is no question.
Releasing tension,
As we step into the seventh dimension.
This jabber jaw�s, jaws are slapping.
We�s what�s happening.
Bones are breaking
And fingers snapping.
The pressure�s on
With non-stop action.
Whether banging your head
Or steady maxing.

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