Testo After The Carnival - Astronomy Class
Testo della canzone After The Carnival (Astronomy Class), tratta dall'album Exit Strategy
Settle in for this bizarre ride coming from the far side
Insanity, ha, I passed on humanity
A little lesson, you repressing the real reason
That you window dressing, skills are not in your possession
When the mic is in your grip, it gets blessed rarely
How many rappers spit flows? Well, plenty
At 12:20, storm hit with word is bond shit
Best take your MPC and fucking pawn it
Raw shit that leave you with a bloody nose
Answer for the bad back
You bring your shoddy flows and calling me a sad sack
I'm getting people up like chiropractors on bad backs
Go hire a copy of Mad Max to cross check my syntax
Pin your ears back and run with us
Taking pot shots with a blunderbuss
A hundred bucks says that you can't rock like this
Walk like this, talk like this or drop shit like this
Flow like this? You not got the gist
I bring the Hitchcock, not Christie, with a twist
So deceiving that you cease breathing
Baby suck up that wanna buy but still teething
Please don't twist my meaning, I'm incredibly decent
I'll never say bitch except to the sell-out
That could cause a nervous twitch, even then the gender switches
Apprentices are plentiful and barely
Even worth mentioning on pedestals
Tell the fool the circus in town
Be the perfect clown, they rehearsing now
Got a perspex crown for the jester king
And a token crowd of pedestrians
Tell the fool the circus in town
Be the perfect clown, they rehearsing now
Got a perspex crown for the jester king
And a token crowd of pedestrians
Tell the fool the circus in town
Be the perfect clown, they rehearsing now
Got a perspex crown for the jester king
And a token crowd of pedestrians
Tell the fool the circus in town
Be the perfect clown, they rehearsing now
Got a perspex crown for the jester king
And a token crowd of pedestrians
Grab a beat by the jugular, meet you like Mötley Crüe
It's Kylie for wannabes tryna hit on my mon amie
Your honour please, I'm on wings, on hona mi
Above a painted landscape and in a visible cape
Like Miyazaki's No Face
Sneaking into your place and leaving no trace
Just your palm gold-laced
In a state like you ingested sick toxin
Making your head snap back like second best at kickboxing
Spin doctor, switch off your monitors if you can't follow it
What? You never heard of the apologet apocalypse?
Mighty fine, popular mighty songs
They get you on lockdown, regressing the pop sound
Stop standing, rock ballads are flop demanding
And I get hammered and still planning to get a standing
Mi gente sabe que si, soy un buen vago
Sin embargo, yo sigo versos y tragos
Sabe loco, check me poco
Infected local youth with enthusiasm
It's similar to head to eunuchism
Could imagine how we'd get to this
Beat keeping making you brute fizz
Soul impressionists involved in session and nine-tenths the law
You see he feel like Ivan when he come in and kick in your front door
What's more, we cross the shop floor if needs be
Locked jaws, clock top scores, press proceed
Tell the fool the circus in town
Be the perfect clown, they rehearsing now
Got a perspex crown for the jester king
And a token crowd of pedestrians
Tell the fool the circus in town
Be the perfect clown, they rehearsing now
Got a perspex crown for the jester king
And a token crowd of pedestrians
Tell the fool the circus in town
Be the perfect clown, they rehearsing now
Got a perspex crown for the jester king
And a token crowd of pedestrians
Tell the fool the circus in town
Be the perfect clown, they rehearsing now
Got a perspex crown for the jester king
And a token crowd of pedestrians
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Writer(s): Ed Harcourt
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