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Glue - Elbow Room
(from the album Seconds away)
© copyright 2003

I've got a million reasons to end your fantasy,
Dragging you out of your housewife reality,
The venom is sucked up by the wind's suction,
Constructed with the delicate etiquette function,
The mission starts now with the power of the alphabet,
Breaking your ear drums with patterns that are intricate,
All this, to send some energy your way,
Molding you impressionable mind just clay.
Hey, when I'm on the stage minutes spin backwards,
Charming you snakes with unusual rap words,
You heard the attempts to wreck your set,
Well now watch the glue dry and place your bets,
In the attempt to get a rep you might get slayed,
Depending on the mood or how the beat was played,
My hand to eye is quicker than your reply,
To get the audience asking for a new supply,
Of the dynamic combo of adeem and dq,
But with maker on the beats we form GLUE,
Cause we got that type of feeling that's good for you,
Healing your pain and seeing it through,
So for the next 30 mins to let your mind drift,
Start throwing your elbows in the orchestra pit,
And if you like the vibe and the noise level high,
Tell the soundman he is keeping is right,
My affiliations are all glue related,
Changing the opinions of those who player hated,
Put everything together and what do you got?
The power to devour every opened minded listener and rock your entire spot,
So bounce or stay still, yell or just chill,
Keep up the momentum as we go down hill,
The three piece sounds cape raiding your crates,
Shaking the world and painting your face, Then dq scratches like a friggin animal.