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

Who’s next? Who’s next? Who’s next? Next?

PIGEON JOHN:
You need to pump your brakes!
Got these fools dribbling over my game like it’s a dang drain/
Buddy, I make money and take money, it’s all the same/
All lame individuals, don’t hate residuals/
You need to shut your mouth!
Don’t get me woken, it’s two different things/
It’s like rain and drought, it’s like feign and doubt/
It’s like ?? Murdering ? ? ?/
Who’s next?

SHARLOK POEMS:
Rob grace, smell good, find a seat keeper/
Don’t play hide and seek, so call me a player hater/
Dope rhyme-sayer, it’s for what I’m known/
A heart ? ? ?, like kidney stones/
Get your own, nobody wears my gleam/
Trying to steal my theme like the Fonz did James Dean/
Young, black, and lean, similar to guitar string/
With my fingers I can make ?seats? of paper sing/

PIGEON JOHN:
PJ all day/
Got these pretty bitties and screaming it’s ok/
Baby, it’s alright, daddy’s back/
About to smack those whack/
And ask who’s next/

CHORUS:
Next, who’s next, who’s next/
Who’s next, who’s next/
Who’s next, who’s next/
Who’s next, who’s next/
Who’s next, who’s next/
Who’s next, who’s next/
Who’s next, who’s next, who’s/

FLYNN: (me)
And who’s next to feel the rain of attack/
And who’s next to feel the pain of a death/
Who’s next to live life, next to get a wife/
Next to sell out, next to lose their sight/
Next to dismiss, then eventually get dissed/
Open their mouth without an element of risk/
Next to sign another whack contract/
And walk under a ladder, in front of a black cat/

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JOEY THE JERK:
It’s my time to shine/
I gotta scratch and snatch up mine/
Time after, I rip tracks and spit disasters/
I pass nerds trying to act like your pastor/
React more like a possessed man in plaster/
My raps score more than fly eligible bachelors/
Copy cat’s styles and still I’m paging this chapter/
Forever finding fans, but in fact I’m no actor/
Realest emcees, when in comes to these words, I’m the factor/

TOM BOOFANT:
Wake up, wash up, brush yo teeth/
Got caught in sleep and your raps just stink/
Coming up against me, what did you think/
That I would just stand there, wouldn’t even blink/
That’s why you dead wrong, and I’m alive right/
Still breathing for more rhymes to recite/
Like advance on Jaybees, you just got checked/
Let’s have a moment of silence for whoever’s up next/

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