Shredding the Balloon

As we proceed

To give you what you need

As we proceed

To give you what you need

Like we always do about this time, ink lines for the sick rhyme inclined

It's grimy shit but naught that can't be fixed with a little bit of spitshine

Big time like Frankie in Vegas, inspiring like Ali and Frazier

Spit it out till we spilling out on to the street, start a party up with our neighbours

I'd rather be part of your playlist than ever be part of the A-list

Harness the energy, heart of a pedigree with the scars of a sadist

I go so hard on the pavement, I go so far with my statements

That I don't know where they end and where I start, it's all part of the game

It's the farthest I've came since I started to play it, I spar with these artists, the heartless and brainless

We're harnessed by chains that are hard to escape, and you change then they label us bastards or traitors

They're charlatans, they're haters, they start on us but they're fake as

Our parliament, but don't be disheartened by them, pardon their failures

If we don't forgive our enemies, we'll crawl the walls like centipedes

Burn our energy like fossil fuels and fuel our own damn effigy

And we'll all burn like Hennessey, so keep on then and step with me

John Lennon let it be, dead the beef like abattoirs, before these scavengers tear at me

I've been waiting to come back

Like where the hell is the show?

Like a balloon on a thumbtack

Getting ready to blow

I've been waiting to come back

Like where the hell is the show?

Like a balloon on a thumbtack

Getting ready to blow

And it might blow up but it won't go pop, and it might blow up but it won't burst

She said she might grow old but she won't grow up, well, she might, but only if I go first

She wears her heart on her sleeve like, she's wearing a patch on her shoulder

It's not a matter of whether I can catch her, more a matter of whether I can hold her

She thinks out loud, she's got me, she laughs with her whole body

I think about how she got it all figured out and wonder why she'd even want me?

Each night I find it's the same ole when I crawl inside in the evening

I lie down next to an angel, fall asleep and fly with my demons

They say don't live in the past and live each day like it was your last, but

I'd rather live each moment like it was my first, take it slow and sip from the glass

Savour the moment, spit vicious bars then pray for opponents

Sounds so serious, don't it? But I'm not concerned with a thing, this is book three, Tolkien, "Return of the King"

The kings have arrived, we drink from the sky, we fall from all 'cause we think we can fly

But our wings have been tied, and the whinging and lies have me wishing that I could bridge the divide

You living the life? In the blink of an eye, the shine of the bling and the rims that you ride

Can all disappear, so live for the rhyme, not material things your gift can provide

I've been waiting to come back

Like where the hell is the show?

Like a balloon on a thumbtack

Getting ready to blow

And I've been waiting to come back

Like where the hell is the show?

Like a balloon on a thumbtack

I'm getting ready now, I'm getting ready

Since "State of the Art", we've stayed in the yard just waiting to start this shit all over

Laying in bars for a day-and-a-half, had to switch from gin to soda

Then by like mid-October, record was six months over

Due and I'm like, "Dude, what you expect? I'm only three months sober"

Coming up turning tree trunks over, running up burning divas, posers

Run amok till the sun is up or till one of us live la vida loca

I'm gonna roll until I fold, like I got a hold of Propafol

So beautiful to know you all but for now, peace, I'm over and out

I don't wanna go, go, but I gotta go, go, go

I don't wanna go, go, but I gotta go, go, go

I don't wanna go, go, but I gotta go, go, go

As we proceed to give you what you need

I don't wanna go, go, but I gotta go, go, go

As we proceed to give you what you need