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Do Not Attempt

Now is the time, And Litherman delivers the rhyme.
Ping-ponging, Sing-songing, we combine sublime.
With sinister snaps, and devastating drum tracks.
Like dice loaded with elevens when we playing craps.
My metaphors are like shovels, ya dig?
I might be riggin the jury, but I’m not jury rigged.
I don’t stick out my pinkie on the cross fader,
I got theories bout the pyramids, like I was James Spader.
Like Joe, I’m not a traitor, I battle with platters greater,
I shake your mentality like the way that they made Vader.
A pollinator of thought, a hater of the preconceptions you got.
No remorse for the rhymes and rhythms we wrought.
And once again, the chorus is around the bend.
So tell me friend, who takes you from intro to the end?
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Please do not attempt to adjust your stereo
Unless you turnin up the volume
Please do not attempt to adjust your stereo
We’re on the boards in the board room.
Please do not attempt to adjust your stereo
Although it sounds a bit scratchy.
Please do not attempt to adjust your stereo,
You won’t find anyone to match me.
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Don’t be afraid, I got a million records I ain’t played.
And I got millions of soldiers in the rhyme brigade.
A live grenade, I pull the pin; I been in the shade.
You’ll find our style refreshing, like a lemonaide.
Pharmaceutical grade, we can’t be purchased OTC.
But if you gimme a minute, You’ll get a sample for free.
Hand to hand, while we build demand,
We peddle incredible edibles, understand?
With more colors than Crayola,
With more flavor than a spice bazaar.
You know how far we had to come to get to where we are?
Wish on a star, and work it til the mix is clean
Know What I mean? A twisty path between a man and his dream.
The past and the scheme. You last and you might live for the cream.
A blast of drastic from the Cornerstone scene.
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Please do not attempt to adjust your stereo
Unless you turnin up the volume
Please do not attempt to adjust your stereo
We’re on the boards in the board room.
Please do not attempt to adjust your stereo
Although it sounds a bit scratchy.
Please do not attempt to adjust your stereo,
You won’t find anyone to match me.
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Where could the latch be? Don’t sit on me and try to hatch me.
Don’t go all Starsky and Hutch, and try to catch me.
Attach me to the steering wheel, with handcuffs.
I’ve had enough of standing around, I stand tuff,
And stand tall, for all that wanna criticize.
I want you to realize, and open up your eyes.
Surprise! See that? Another rabbit up in my hat!
Another smotherin brotha kickin out rhymes so phat.
Td-Td-Dat Td-Td-Dat, I swapped my mouth machete for a gat.
I stole your cheese, but you’re runnin round the maze like a rat.
Well How bout that, It’s time to bring this rhyme to a close.
We wanna make sure everyone knows…
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Please do not attempt to adjust your stereo
Unless you turnin up the volume
Please do not attempt to adjust your stereo
We’re on the boards in the board room.
Please do not attempt to adjust your stereo
Although it sounds a bit scratchy.
Please do not attempt to adjust your stereo,
You won’t find anyone to match me.
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