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Lifeblood

from Echo in the Artisan by E.ON

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Play the hand you were dealt, but I'm gambit with card tricks
Regardless you'd have to go and quarantine these bars quick
..You know I'm still provokin thought without a doctrine
And all these other cats act about as hard as moccasins
Jog in the footsteps I'm makin
cus I'm gettin' my socks wet -
walkin across the surface of all these verses - they in-depth
come and swim in the deep end, can you see what I mean yet?
Hot head, from the edge of space jumpin' with his helmet off
formulate the soundscape, let's go n' turn the volume up
Put the message in the bottle at the bottom of the molotov
and promise we'll build from the dust we started from
... Enterin the mind games, wrestling with the rhetoric
and talkin the sickness, create with the gift I was given
The full package, go n' open up your eyelids and take a peak
Put the needle to my vein, and let the record play through my bloodstream
The IV could pro'lly use a couple more CC's, I'm in tight with the bee knees
Heaven has to wait, cus we're makin our devils here today
I came to the mic bringin' the vices, my dying wish
makin these words essential to life like the vitamins
Can you swallow the truth?
Finger paintin' with the blood on my hands
Now they askin' for a truce?
... But they'll never get it, I'm givin a better picture
Give me something that we can all remember
I'm trying to live pass the passage of...
Time where the rhythm is something that we can always leave behind
Speak from the fire that resides in us
Get cats out they seat like a bump at the back of the bus
Quick havin' 'em baggin the bread up like the back-to-school lunch
Droppin' knowledge on these motherfucks
Jarred lightening, straight from the bottom of lungs
mediate on every breath that I run on
and always balancing life on the tip of my tongue
when the menace invented a means of takin' his medicine
with any mention of the venom inside his mental capacities
No cats touchin' me, wet paint rhyme schemes
Weavin' together the final pieces of my tapestry
The architect puttin his theories to work through a tape deck

6 million ways to die, why choose one?
I'm aimin at takin' 'em - all of 'em - on at once

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from Echo in the Artisan, released November 11, 2013

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