Uh, voices, it's all relative
Always be wise to the vice of what a fella gives
Pass it to a friend, yo I'm out of breath again
Man we keep rockin' this *, it keeps hoppin'
Hit, how many times must I rise up where the logic is
How many times will I fail tryin' to sneak it
Believe it, I mean it, we'll always proceed it
Compulsively drag through this *, then repeat it
Voices, make choices
Surroundin' yourself with the O-M-O
Bring it all back, where the low end go
Be the rolling stone if you're totem pole
I, free my mind as few could
Just, leave behind a few shoulds
And, see the signs as you would
Of, course the time will be good
It's hard to convey
That our wishes are all in our way
And my voice is clean
It's more than we're able to hear
Voices
Voices
From wax on to wax off
Countdown to blast off
See through the mask and then last to the face off
We won't let up, we will not take the pace off
Hit, how many times must I rise up where the logic is
Hit hard like Beirut to baseball
Ladies moving the dunes through it life wise
And see through these fools spitting truths into white lies
Can go with the thos, so we use it in nighttime
Hearing impaired as they stare at a bright light
See Jack talk behind your back about
All you know and what you rap about
What you rap or sing tracks without
The voices'll hurt you when they laughin' now
Roll my dice, stay crappin' now
Stay passin' out my name, ask around
All to myself I ain't faster now
I tame all the talk I hate with passion now
It's hard to convey
I wish this all went the other way
Oh my voice is clear
it's moving away
My voice is clear
It's moving away
I'm the last little yere
going away
My love's going on, we're going on
My love's going on, we're on our way
Yeah
Uh, gettin' too physical
With a * that extends past the last two syllables
It's individual, not evangelical
Benefits beyond both, tend to a medical
Demand action, enough is enough
I've brought you a package, now open it up
Tattoo a pic and so you know where I'm at
And that's the type of *
I've brought you a package, now open it up
You like rockin' it, don't ya?
Where's the means between where you be and the popular culture?
My option is over
Open, go in
You with us or you flock with the vultures?
I'm watchin' the no-stuff
I turn it to hit like a positive coke rush
Opposites don't touch
When they connect, I'm watchin' them blow up
It's hard to convey
That our wish is sound
In another way
And my voice is clean
It's hard to convey
It's more than a way