Luyện nghe bài hát Different

Nothing at last is sacred. Oh how the great fallen
What have I done to myself? It's way too long!"

We need to reacquaint. Things are now, I ain't the same man I was
Hi, how are you I'm new and improved with even less to lose
A collector's edition version of a virgin drink ordering teller
way wrong...to the point of no rerun

Over the and burned out before I even got my shine
Holding my head in doubt
Out of insight. Out of mindful things to or rhyme about

Yeah, I know I was supposed to the world and all
But it looks like the got to me first
If you beat em, join 'em..
Then hurt the by beating yourself

I'm different...in a way
The only thing that stays the same is
While people their states, I state my claims
Sage Francis a name for himself
For the record my calls me Paul
Which was my father's name, but Ray
in and raised me
It's crazy, but this is a I play

"Shut the fuck uuuuuuup!"

Don't bother calling me at all because I'm not
Is a voice-mail-bomb-threat or a broken promise I'm mishandling?
Gambling away my money issues, owes me big bucks
My career depends on vacuums sucking me in and blowing me up

struck a nerve in the listenership
Spoken word got 'em all interested
Now I don't have to ice cream to little kids
I serve emcees who think rippin' it
And poets who think they're somehow
Meanwhile both are and ignorant
And don't know how to speak to a in an intimate environment

I am different. In a way
The only thing that stays the is change
While people claim states, I state my claims
I'm a quiet natured player who hates the game
I shake what I got, which is a jingly
I do my mini-market research and make noise for myself when I walk

I talk authority while I question it
When I ask, "Who am I?" I'm guessing
But if a poor man's version of ANYTHING
It is self-perception

up in a microscopic town prepared me well for this petrii dish
Where talk is invisible to the eye and they the guy they're speaking with
I'm a vegetarian: No chicken...not even fish
I'm a real underground
My quality sucks, my records are warped and my CD skips

Lady is a greedy bitch with itchy palms and a case of the gimmes
I've got an outtie if she's got an inny, I'll clean her pipes and then her chimney
The beat that's in me is polyrhythmic. only 60 heart beats per minute
A human second-hand-me-down-to-earth-guy who thriftshop-lift his hiphop

I may be too big for my britches
but I paid my when the cost was climbing
If I burn too many bridges I'll never get off of awful island
As long as I've been rhyming, they only started
Because for a they didn't like how
I wouldn't the pot that I was pissin' in

Plus I had no homies to pour out the liquor I don't drink
You can flash your shiny objects in front of my eyes and I blink
I'm motherfucking different. yyyeeeaaahhhh..
I'm motherfucking different. yyyeeeaaahhhh..