Show Lyrics

LA Symphony - End Is Now
(from the album The End Is Now)
© copyright 2003

FLYNN:
Why even try, It’s time to die/
To ? of myself is enough to defy/
Plots and plans of the next man and neighbor/
It’s all in the hands of a ? catch ?through? vapor/
It’s been on this boat, long enough to float/
Through hurricane winds and in the end still provoke/
Thoughts to actions, actions to limelight/
I’ve learned a few things, that’s the beauty of hindsight/
As much upfront as you possibly can/
A hand shaking other, but the shake of two hands/
Business is business and friends are friends/
Never mix the two, if you do, they’re bound to end/
Sour notes ?for a sour songs/
Out of ? for hope, but I hope for the wrong/
See ? about the truth and the view that I trust/
So close to your dome, the wisdom discussed/

CHORUS:
Who ?rant? the crowd, came to take a kingdom down/
You rule the wild, we about to run the town/
You running now, go ahead, hide yourself/
Hold your (pride?vibe?), we’ll leave you with nothing else/
The end is now, the end is now/
The end is now, the end is now/
The end is now, the end is now/
The end is now, the end is now/

SHARLOK POEMS:
It’s guns and knives, it’s tanks and bazookas/
It’s hand to hand combat, or just simply shoot ya/
It’s the principle, it’s the wages of war/
It’s our ? battle, or to settle the score/
It’s no more words, it’s fight till death/
It’s heavy breathing, till there’s no breath left/
It’s peace and rest, it’s six feet deep/
It’s you’re only strong as your weakest link/ (Cut em)
It’s no time to think, go with your first line/
It’s too late to turn back, you’ve crossed enemy lines/
It’s the climb of a lifetime, without a rope/
It’s no more notes, it’s no more hope/
It’s to outgo the rest, it’s majority rules/
It’s to be entertained by magicians and fools/
It’s the throne, the riches, the kingdom and jewels/
It’s the last man standing that won the duel/

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COOKBOOK:
I ain’t even playing with these fools no more/
Kick down the closed door, teach em what a show’s for/
No more, ?hose” off, throw your hands up, nor/
Any one the partying junk we’re known for/
Just a core of emcees, ?aligned? for war/
When it’s time for war, the crew that ain’t signed no more/
The hungriest sharks in a sea of cutthroats/
The over?class?, throw you overboard, see if your butt floats/
And whether or not, the weather is hot/
Together we got the spot sown, leave your soul alone to rot/
We’ve been known to rock till the ceiling falls/
Sampson on these tracks will be seeing ya’ll/
It’s the end of the line for you and your kind/
May I remind you of the crew who time and time/
Again shines, bringing the ruckus and end times/
Burn ten times faster than fat by enzymes/

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