We Ain't Fessin

Anticon

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    (feat. Dose-One, & Alias (Anticon))

    [Sole, Dose-One, Alias]
    We ain't fessin' this friendship
    All live crews turn to dust
    We're from the middle of nowhere
    Da dadu dade deda
    If you want to high post, I'll watch you fall of a pedestal
    We feel safe on the soapbox
    Da dede de dede du
    It's the return of the demo, and you can't dub us over
    We're being ourselves, why the secret decoder?
    We ain't fessin', hell read it
    Ain't a one trick intention
    Keep your guilt to yourself
    Da dede du denden
    It's as danceable and positive tip as it is a movement and dark
    Signing is so relative
    I mean, why even sign art?

    [Dose-One]
    I ain't business man hollow
    I ain't happy man meat
    I see the sky as a socket
    I can't sleep, I don't eat
    There's a bird in my throat
    And a ghost in my place, so I wail
    I am to the truth as the truth is to coincidence
    Imagine holding onto one quarter for the rest of your life
    So I broke, thunder words beside a cork set
    Holy smokes! English class was vomit
    Why it's hip hop music let me get the chills
    Where my good people at?
    I need a cat sitter
    And don't give up on the song write, cause
    Lethal ain't fessin'

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    [Alias]
    With the tintinnabulation heard above every third word
    Through sealed lashes I grasp at straws
    Who's the victor?
    I ask the mannequins with the detachable hands
    Hidden from their reach to pass the dutchie on the left hand side
    Currently residing in opposite currents
    Making for an interesting commute
    I do the kick step
    In an attempt to reacquaint myself with what I thought
    I was in love with
    Plus to boot I'd like to return to excitement
    Of one strap down with my reflection in my shoes
    And the practiced frown that carried over and cursed me
    With being unapproachable
    Why you jelling?
    You know why...

    [Sole]
    How am I?
    I'm good
    But the real good stuff don't make it to page
    I applied for Howard Hughes but live off less than minimum wage
    How are they?
    The same as last time I saw them
    Waiting for Nintendo games to turn to money trees
    And all that's cool to no shows
    And we turned everything around and gave them "Kick me" signs
    Cause mine is too short to get direction from college grads
    Who can't change car tires
    Is it me or is everything in here boring to death
    And wants you to date it?
    Only interesting long enough to make you hate it
    I've spend the last ten years drawing curtains to hide behind
    And I'll be damned if they give my job
    To some snot nosed MC look alike
    Who matches his hundred dollar shoes with a hundred dollar shirt
    Straight from the sole, I ain't fessin'...

    [Sole, Alias, Dose]
    Two and a half since we met
    We'll be rich in six months [repeated]
    No friends
    No choice
    No friends no choice no deal [x2]
    All of this for next to nothing

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