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Buck 65

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genres: Electronic Hip Hop
styles: Leftfield/Downtempo/Experimental/Conscious

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Buck 65-Square 1
(Some mumbling…)
It was the echoing voices of the old ones
Always just out of reach
My bones were frozen
I washed my beautiful hands in the black market dog water trough
Was the torment of my dreams
With no more then a blow gun I made from an exhausted pen
When each one fell sparkling to the ground
Apparitions of angels with angry eyes
My own ghost be gain whispering
The decision was made for me
(More mumbling…)
Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65
We the banished and outlawed wander
Like dogs gone hungry
Drums like drugs have turned us to scavengers
Practicing is a black magic
Liars and losers
Gypsies and pint thieves
All of us fortune tellers home in the forest
Fore ward fast and backwards blindfolded
Covered in blood stains
Running away with one of my legs broke
Sometimes it’s lonesome
Not knowing where you’re going
Pickups and sailboats
Once we decide to see some of the country side
Performers and cut-throats
Haven’t you ever heard of the…
We aren’t vampires dressed like rock stars
Town to town, we just write songs
Cuz we aren’t vampires dressed like rock stars
Town to town, we just write songs

Even if its night in a straight line
You know what they say about great minds
Dream the same dreams
We started out in the same place
Everything happens for a good cause
And the road may turn into a run way
Trust me I’ve seen it all before
To get away from the deep water
You’ll find the girl with a low voice
You’ll fall in love you’ll have no choice
For the first time you will sleep well
See the sun shine
And then watch the whole world unwind
And I guarantee that she will say yes
You’ll be together not a day less
And after you cross that first mile
And all the pain will be worthwhile
From dirt roads, And flowers, Nothing can be better
From dirt roads, And flowers, Nothing can be better)
I know a man who was born with his heart on the outside
He couldn’t touch his lovers face
He would never desert them
Mad at the world his face turned hot pink
But he was to bothered
He read the last page of every book in the library
Of a true revolutionary crime fighter
He preaches man of best stole like a militant radical
If he only spent more time rehearsing and preparing
Eyes on fire
No one had taught him about the power of whispering
Blows kisses
His mouth of a volcano
He stands on stilts
Ask me
He paints self-portraits
Only eats corn
On a street corner
And sometimes cries into his own cumbersome hands
(Scratching... Mixes…)
And lord knows I try to close my eyes
I keep my eye on the ball
And like
And lord knows I try to close my eyes
I keep my eye on the ball
Red beginning to end and measured sideways
Been under your bed
I saw your scars
To keep from crying
But as I may have mentioned
I’m lost and exhausted
But I’m to far gone
The silent knight and tarnished armor
The charma chameleon
Dancing with shadows
It’s the miscible plan
And what’s it like
You may ask
A two way glass
I’ll tell you that much
But you can’t touch
Sometimes dumb crimes blow my mind
But it happens so fast
But still I never asked to be a fly on the wall
Sometimes dumb crimes blow my mind
But it happens so fast
But still I never asked to be a fly on the wall
Is go fly a kite
And try and keep myself
There’s ringing in my ears
Collidescopic visions of a cocaine cat fight
Behind closed doors
When nobody knows yours
You forgot about the bottom feeders
And all of us stock breeders
And lord knows I try to close my eyes
I keep my eye on the ball
And like
And lord knows I try to close my eyes
I keep my eye on the ball

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