Living to the rhythm and I’m never gonna die Living to the rhythm and I’m never gonna die Living to the rhythm and I’m never gonna die Living to the rhythm and I’m never gonna die talking fast is automatic I don’t try its automatic I just go on autopilot why are women so dramatic forty to the dome, plus I’m blown and now they got me spitting on the microphone vision all blurry, but they don’t know I straight walk straight like im in control everyone wanna spit it, like I spit it, I spit it wicked, they wanna spit it wicked, like I spit it. they cant I love rapping, its so easy, In Toronto, but I hail from BC Vancouver is my town fresher than the city that im putting it down bounce, rock, rollerskate I’m bouncing with a hottie that’s overweight I don’t really care. I will take that. I might hit that. I wont date that. but I will go do one thing take her to the crib and go into something 25 / 8. 366 rocking on the mic is my instrument, trying to live a life like richie rich with my own mcdonalds in my crib go cart tracks, and rollercoasters die real young of an over dosage. oh my god. oh my god. im still kicking in my coffin I knock it and unlock it, I’m kicking the lid up off of it and I’m walking like a zombie like I already did they like my rap, cuz its fun if you don’t like it, you are boring and that means I don’t wanna talk to you and no I don’t have a job for you he who not fly, need not apply. I’m living to the rhythm and im never gonna die. Maybe I should go all the way to commercial, try anything man, ->whatever works dude who said patience is a virtue I be rich, by end of verse 2 maybe verse 3, you wan serve me? never gonna happen, man im better with the rappin and everything that you ever did inevitably wack man go cry about it im so fly, I just floated I don’t try - autopilot you on the grind? I don’t doubt it something goes here. I don’t know yet look at how I kick it, im a legend in my own right living to the rhythm and I’m telling you I wont die tryna live a life like entourage, put a couple cars, in moms garage club to club, on some star shit rub and tugs. I love massages switch my style up, every year diss my friends and fuck their sisters I don’t care. im rebellious shift my lip up, much like Elvis shake one leg and touch my pelvis bitches, shake your hips like elvis elvis was a hero to most I said elvis was a hero to most but he never meant shit to me I’m oh gee. golly wolly, do I got it popping? yeahhh we got it poppin like a shotty pop-poppin non stopping, I got it lock I’m on top of the pop I’m rocking it sorry buddy, you not so lucky cuz you hot at what you do but not hot as as what I do rap is easy. oh my god you.dudes.must.just.try.to.hard who cares? im just high living to the rhythm and im never gonna die talking fast is automatic I don’t try its automatic I just go on autopilot why are women so dramatic I don’t get it draw a picture maybe you could etchasketch it im so heavy, check the metric I cop shirts with hats to metch it im so rude, extra wretched who are you? is the question im that dude thanks for askin ive been doing this since the message

Hi, this is my new song. The DJs playing my song the dj playing my song the dj playing my. please keep playing my please keep playing my song. this song not just my song, this song is your song too. this song is not bout me-me-me, this song belongs to you this song not just my song, this song is your song too. this song is not bout me-me-me, this song belongs to you The DJs playing my song the dj playing my song the dj playing my. please keep playing my please keep playing my song.

out shopping for music I didn’t have much to do I seen a lotta very pretty girls in my life but I never seen one like you. she had the Miles Davis, the kind of blue my favorite record of all time so I had to let her know what I was tryna do and find out if she knew the time I said hey pretty girl, whats your name maybe I can give you call she said if you haven’t got a lot a fortune and fame well then I don’t want to meet you at all I said don’t worry, I’m arowbe the man with the golden voice and if you want to roll with the team that’s winning then I must be your choice she sed ar-ow-be? I heard you name and about all of the things you do I sed some call me the master of the mic and some call me that dude she looked at me like I’m crazy just who do I think I am well I’m arowbe 3 times and I shock your mind and I do it with the mic in my hand, well alright (chorus) when I met this lady at the record store, I knew one thing that was for sure I knew, she would be, my girl (my my) when I met this lady at the record store, I knew one thing that was for sure I knew, she would be, my girl (my my) so I gave her the flyer, for my show though I doubted that she would go cuz I never knew a women like this women attended the type a jams, that I throw but to my surprise, the girl arrived and I seen her in the second row she look so fly, it blew my mind I proceeded to rock a flow I said I spit that dope and I get that fresh im tryna get a Cadillac and a new address I buy you a pair a shoes, and a new uhh – dress. can you re-late to this with my true finesse, are you impressed I do it like we do in the west (yes) well I’m so debonair, and dress with flare im the type a dude that you can’t miss. (until im gone). But you’re a queen and im a king, so wont you be empress she said your style is so much fun I think I want to be your number one arowbe 3 times, you shocked my mind now I think I’m in love I looked at my self, in the mirror that day and this is what I had to say you got so much game, except 1 thing you don’t even know her name (smooth) chorus

Silence Now you may not see the use in this - being just for being. There is a certain truth in this. I solemnly swear on my mom my song will, nay my psalm will pray my palms will stay pressed on kneel straight to the hills and caves of the gods, their grace in my arms. To the poet to the speaker through the form and the metre through the speakers through the woofers and tweeters. The turntable might wobble or teeter it won’t falter. Remain still – guarded by the ether. As the prophets have taught us, not the apostles you thought of like Mathew, John, Paul or Peter from who we heard, we won’t find peace on earth at least ‘til the lama lie down with the cheetah as they want us to believe it (they need us to) indeed to keep a destiny, we don’t author, but honest. I think I can. I think like Thomas the train I stay on it. The little legend that could with an engine like a 757 jet-setting like I should to all continents. Seek the shaman and the priestess the Brahman and the preacher the scholar and the teacher for the drama and the theatre, built a stage, of same bark that birthed Adonis. Stepped on it and saw my self. On the path that would pain me the most ‘til I fade to a ghost – acknowledged, I walk in silence. The angel flying by your awkward pause is the artful dodger with an honest cause leave the scene of the crime, screaming fuck Johnny Law. Forward to the left like the knight upon the chess board. The art of war is a part of rob. I paint a picture out of words, I can hardly draw. If I ever had writers block, I carved a statue of it. It’s my vision so you have to love it. Now you can hear my kingdom coming like the drumming of the timpani Where they blasting trumpets, for the king in me, that they would ask I plummet, it sickens me to the back of my stomach, right where the liquor be. Inspired ‘til I expire, where I reside at, I’m in the time in between 2 high hats. In that silence, I dwell in it. I’ll die in it. Rebel in it, revolt in it and ride for it. Its ever so essential, a symbol between two cymbals. Them-two. I tremble in limbo, dependant on the tempo, living in the liminal realm, held in an interlude moving at the helm. Beyond the few stories that we retell, in a land of glory and retail, there lies a silence, where I rebel, it’s the only thing not for sale. In silence, I rebel for its all that’s left that’s not for sale. In that silence, I rebel its all that’s left that’s not for sale. Beyond the few stories that we retell, in a land of glory and retail, there lies a silence, where I rebel, it’s the only thing not for sale. In silence, I rebel for its all that’s left that’s not for sale. In that silence, I rebel its all that’s left that’s not for sale. Somewhere between, above and below the sounds of the city.