Luyện nghe bài hát Different

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

We to reacquaint. Things are different 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 cocktail teller
Gone way wrong...to the point of no

the edge and burned out before I even got my shine
Holding my in pure doubt
Out of insight. Out of mindful to shout or rhyme about

Yeah, I I was supposed to change the world and all
But it looks the world got to me first
If you can't em, join 'em..
Then hurt the team by beating

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

"Shut the fuck uuuuuuup!"

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

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

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

I with authority while I question it
I ask, "Who am I?" I'm left guessing
But if you're a man's version of ANYTHING
It is self-perception

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

Lady Luck is a greedy bitch with 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 dues when the was climbing
If I too many bridges I'll never get off of this awful island
As long as been rhyming, they only started listening
Because for a while they like how
I wouldn't the pot that I was pissin' in

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