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Tribute Lyrics

This one is dedicated to the excitable ones

 Not the possums playing dead messing with my head

 "X" amount of action, "X" amount of games

 For years again I tell you the same, ooh ooh ooo

 

 Gone already to the bored of it all type, lingo

 that I'm seein every single night I'm out

 Bustin' head for it but your's gets busted right back

 Lip split and, I messed up but I got back tryin'

 Don't bother lying 'bout constant dissapointment

 But the fun in the hunt so quit actin' on a front

 You're unmotivaded You're sorta faded

 But the remedy is not so get on with what you got

 

 Remember "Lady of Guadelupe"

 The times my mother made mole

 After mass we would get home

 The girls running to the phone

 And I'm in my bedroom the 45 on my record player

 Was "We're in this love together"

 At the time I never realized how songs haunted

 The ones that I heard I played because I wanted

 Drawing on my wall from time to time coolin'

 Making creatures come alive with no schoolin'

 

 When I'm on the microphone

 The method that I make is much patience

 The method that I make is much patience

 I wait for the beat and then I make sense

 I'm comin' in hot forgot you definitely got no clue

 I'm comin' in hot you got you definitely got so rude

 Boy actin' coy but you got nuts like Almond Joy

 I tell ya this is a tribute

 

 No one looks as foolish as the excitable ones

 But then again there's no one has as much fun

 "X" amount of action, "X" amount of games

 For years again I tell you the same, ooh ooh ooo

 

 Once I met a man who made nearly no mistakes

 He would never bet on a longshot

 Never bet on a break and

 He's condescending and talks gossip galore

 But the dude was definitely such a bore

 Hear me now I messed up but I got back trying

 Don't bother lying 'bout constant dissapointment

 But the fun is in the hunt so quit actin' on a front

 Yeah, unmotivated you're sort faded

 But the real man is not

 The one hiding behind the gunshot, boom!

 

 Time travelin' through my memory

 There's a younger doug gazin' at the galaxy

 Space trippin' vato of the stars

 Searchin' for UFO's from Neptune and Mars

 Ode to an alien I know you're out there

 Cosmic lonely heart tell me if you care

 I'm listening for your sound, here on the ground

 I'm listening for your sound, here on the ground

 

 When I'm on the microphone

 The method that I make is much patience

 The method that I make is much patience

 I wait for the beat and then I make sense

 I'm comin' in hot forgot you definitely got no clue

 I'm comin' in hot you got you definitely got so rude

 Boy actin' coy you got nuts liek Almond Joy

 I tell ya this is a tribute

 

 I'm vexing many mofos but I'm wishing you the best

 I keep 'bout half my lyrics and I throw out the best

 Cause fly on by, you can if you want

 The method that makes sense is patience

 Hear me now I messed up but I got back trying

 Don't bother lying 'bout constant dissapointment