| I got scientist killas that'll jam your cell phone | |
| Send a text message, kill you off with a ringtone | |
| High pitched noise on your brain, it's heavy | |
| Autopsy report that he jumped off a train | |
| It started when the dearly departed tried to escape max | |
| Then cut into the general's income like state tax | |
| One call to seal the deal with feel | |
| Doctor on the payroll cost a quarter mill | |
| The mailman's late with the cheque | |
| I'm in the flood with a bunch of bills that's about up to my neck | |
| Plus my rent's not paid and the light's about to go off | |
| Car got stolen by a thief who likes to show off | |
| I can't even get a job, givin' out fliers | |
| I'm a handyman with a pair of broke pliers | |
| The fridge is theirs, | |
| Mother Hubbard's cupboard | |
| I'm so down and out, | |
| I can only go upward | |
| I form rhymes in alphabet soups | |
| From the rhythm of the spoon, | |
| I transform the loop | |
| From the steam of the bowl, | |
| I'm make the special effects | |
| Add a dash of spice only | |
| God can detect | |
| Had a word to make a bear return to his cub | |
| A word that make a girl come home from the club | |
| A word that make a demon return back to | |
| GodAnd the word that help | |
| Dorothy get home from | |
| OzThirty frames per second, these films we be perfectin' | |
| Scenes of light put through all projection | |
| Electricity, perfectivity | |
| Audio and visually, physically and mentally | |
| I got a smile that'll make the mirror crack | |
| And I seem to stay under clouds that's pitch black | |
| So when it rains it pours, and when it pours | |
| I'm soaked | |
| I contracted lung cancer from third hand smoke | |
| And uh, I'm like the frog that's dyin' to be a prince | |
| The boy who cried wolf and no one was convinced | |
| The man who hit lotto and lost his ticket | |
| In a rainstorm, and struck by lightnin' tryin' to get it | |
| And sometimes | |
| I feel like my life's a movie | |
| I don't like to film, | |
| I don't like to film | |
| And sometimes | |
| I feel like my life's a movie | |
| I don't like to film, | |
| I don't like to film | |
| Play it all back, play it all back | |
| Lights, camera, action, let the tape roll | |
| Some scripts get ripped, canned or even sold | |
| Director's vision, producer's decision | |
| And raised the budget, because the chase had collisions | |
| Stunt double risks his life just for the thrill | |
| DP checks the gate before the scene gets sealed | |
| Gaffer slapped with a slate for being late | |
| Craft service got nervous and dropped a hundred plates | |
| Leadin' actor bangin' an extra in the trailer | |
| Screamin', hittin' high notes like | |
| MahaliaBox office hit and a blockbuster smash | |
| Two hundred mil' budget and still recouped the cash | |
| And sometimes | |
| I feel like my life's a movie | |
| I don't like to film, | |
| I don't like to film | |
| And sometimes | |
| I feel like my life's a movie | |
| I don't like to film, | |
| I don't like to film | |
| Play it all back, play it all back |
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