Lyrics
The winter beasts see me in the cold
But I only come out to rhyme with people that's dope
Let me clear my throat
Like Cheech each word we spoke
Leave the mic up in smoke
Whole life we've been broke scraped change
Throw your pennies towards the horizon and take aim
We ain't here to make names
Make lanes through the rain, sleet, snow and stay sane
Not your average writer
New Hampshire rap reciter
Drinking apple cider
Traction like a mountain climber
It's astounding how reality is out to blind you
In the dark, send the search party out to find you
Writing haikus
Can't where tied shoes
'Cause I might noose up
Then who's fucked? Me?
Oops... What?
Sleep walking with cut wrists
Drip, drip, what's that blue stuff?
Dead cops? Shit, sh
Shouldn't have cruised up
It's like we're on a Bizarre Ride II The Pharcyde
Make you feel better like something your mom prescribed
It's the modern times
Different, not personified
Don't know if I've ever been sure I wasn't lost at life
Truth is Seth, I've never been sure
Just really good at guessing
Like Taboo and 20 Questions
Guess who? Ben? Boo!
Real name, no gimmicks
Roll the dice like them shit's hotter
Than a New York Minute
Ahh!
How did I get here? Where am I now?
It's not where I was before
So I don't know where I am anymore
It's strange how shit's changed
But the more shit changes
The more it stay the same
How did I get here? Where am I now?
It's not where I was before
So I don't know where I am anymore
Shit's changed and it's strange
But the more shit changes
The more it stay the same
See I want to be big like prehistoric, meteoric
Not eating mediocre seedy pouridge
But more important, you see,
B Shorr is sick of all these measley tourists
That don't appreciate the emcees before us
We work as peers in a circuit of friends
Been through all the years in a circle of trends
When I see you I reach out just to lend you my hand
For all the ones that made the foundation to stand
Whether I'm in the jungle, underwater, or a frozen setting
You can be sure I'm checking and holding the mic is the chosen weapon
'Cause Ben and Seth like Red and Meth this breath is so refreshing
My solarplex will leave you weazing needing chest compressions
Clear!
Wear the teacher glass, speak so I can reach the classes
Take it easy, we put in hours of needed practice
Like you're playing tee-ball with major league positions
The ones you want on your team, the rugged seasoned veterans
How did I get here? Where am I now?
It's not where I was before
So I don't know where I am anymore
It's strange how shits changed
But the more shit changes
The more it stay the same
How did I get here? Where am I now?
It's not where I was before
So I don't know where I am anymore
Shit's changed and it's strange
But the more shit changes
The more it stay the same
Stays the same
The more it stays the same
The more it stays the same
Uhh
How do we get back?
Fuck
Written by: Benjamin David Shorr, Jake Wertman, Seth Gagnon, Thomas Forbes
