Correction Paroles Along The Way par Spit Syndicate

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[Jimmy Nice]
Yeah. I heard somebody say
The world's gonna end in a year's time, man
Get whatever you wanna hear through the grapevine
Try and tell me it ain't perfect to stir shit
I take that Marvin Gaye line and I make wine
White lies [?]
Break bread with the fam 'fore you lay your head
Don't wanna make your bed 'fore you make your mark
I used to lay along the tracks as the train rolled past
Raise your glass for times you knew better
But didn't do better, breezed through like "Whatever"
But Jimmy got a brand new bag, new get-up
And it's made of love so it's hater-proof
Set up a team that don't care 'bout the next man's moves
I got a jam that make the next man move
Ate a couple rappers, got their records spun backwards
Come wack and you'll be next, man, there's dudes
Saying that I ain't writing anymore, wanna chalk me out
Little homie, it's the thought that counts
But if I do decide to retire from graff I'ma hit you first-
Hand so you get it from the source of the horse's
Mouth. Know what I'm talking 'bout?
I got a ten-thou' deep crowd to sing the chorus out
Say thou shall not f*ck with Jim D know that (Ha)
Say thou shall not f*ck with Jim D know that (Not at all)
Lucifer's next of kin and y'all Judas
'Cause y'all'll crucify your friend, peep the lesson within
Peace, peace

Young man, what you got to say?
Young man, what you got to say? What you got to say?
All I need is a minute of your time
If you give it I'll be on my way, if I could make
What I knew then what I know now
Who knows how it woulda panned out
But I'll do one better, I'ma put together
What I picked up along the way, along the way

[Solo]
As I float along with the wind
Progress and make moves, try and bond with my kin
At times it's like the blind leading the blind
Nobody really knows what they're hoping to find
So I do my best to follow my own advice
Keep an ear out and above all an open mind
Though I misstep, let it get the best of me
Yours truly none other than my own worst enemy
Still nonetheless destined to be
I study the prototype, so it's no surprise
One Dayers in a state gettin' up in your territory
I take a room of strangers and make 'em all remember me
Shouts to Sirl AKA Mr Remedy
As I take a trip down memory lane, remember
The graff letters you gave me? Man, that shit amazed me
So I practised on that paper like every day
With the ABC writing out the alphabet
Now it's letters to the world as I play these beats
Going through ups and downs like the value of a dollar
But I remain a student till I'm crowned a scholar
Scouts honour, my sneaks pound the pavement on the
Same block I pound a few times now I've been around
Till I finally reach my seat up in the clouds
Put my feet up on the couch like, "Peace, I'm out"

Young man, what you got to say?
Young man, what you got to say?
Tryna follow my shadow down the straight and narrow
Even though I've been known to stray, if I could make
What I knew then what I know now
Who knows how it woulda panned out
But I'll do one better, I'ma put together
What I picked up along the way, along the way

[Solo]
No, I'm not sure
Just where I'm heading
But I'm leaving all the same
While they quit chasing days
I came across these lessons
Drifting on by with the
Horizon in my head

[Nick Lupi]
Let me begin my address
Some say this life's a test, it's a
Mess, nothing but a fight to the death
Will I reside in the fiery depths? Who knows
This the only booth where I confess
No telling where you'll find me next, write rhymes to the
Beat that's inside the chest, freestyle the rest
Might've had a few missteps
But man, I travel light, carry no regrets
Plus we let the dojo bless us, tryna find
Peace without the yoga stretches
And these days the pressure get so relentless
The mirrors on the wall bear no resemblance
Yeah, we just tryna make sense from the senseless
A few dollars off a sentence
Gain a few followers and mentions
They say I'm a hood scholar and a gentleman
Every time that I talk my shit
At the end of the day, man, that's all it really is
My old man taught me to walk like this
Gotta know when to walk, when to ball my fist
Gotta know when to talk, when to listen
And always handle yours in the kitchen
So I carry on the tradition
I wanna thank y'all for listening, we going the distance

Young man, what you got to say?
Young man, what you got to say? You better watch it
Mate, you really need that one last drink?
Well, I swear I had the longest day
If I could make what I knew then, what I know now
Who knows how it woulda panned out
But I'll do one better, I'ma put together
What I picked up along the way, along the way

[Solo]
No, I'm not sure
Just where I'm heading
But I'm leaving all the same
While they quit chasing days
I came across these lessons
Drifting on by with the
Horizon in my head

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