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Sintax the terrific - Shirt Sleeve
(from the album Simple Moves)
© copyright 2003

{*scratched: "My love is audio"*}

Verse 1:
I love the half moon; it gives me something to look forward to/
It teaches me to wait upon the Lord before I move/
And I love the butterfly 'cause he used to walk the earth/
Gives me hope that one day I can spread my wings for what it's worth/
And I love the tortoise shell; it's a place to be alone/
And I love the porpoise tail 'cause it gets to sail the sea/
And, yo, I love the sea; it's bigger than my ego/
And it swallows me completely like the canyon eats the echo/
And, yo, I love the metro, it brings us all together/
With a popper in the windshield they mince words for the better/
And maybe I like cheddar but I like to call it blessings/
Cause it's got nothing to do with what I drive or how I'm dressin'/
And I love a broken pot; it's probably learned a lesson/
But it wants to keep us guessing so we'll learn it on our own/
And I love a good book cause you can look into the author/
Like a cup is just a place to pour the solstice of the potter/
I love a rocking chair; it makes me feel old fashioned/
Like a can of Daper Dan when I'm asking "How's my hair?"/
And, yo, I love a mirror 'cause it always tells the truth/
But it's got nothing to say about the soul inside of you/
I love the ink black eyes of a cow because they're quiet/
And I wonder if there's thinkin' between the blinkin' of the eyelids/
And, yo, I love the water as it peaks into a whitecap/
And slaps against the shore as if to say "I'm goin back"/
And I love a quiet night, eating pizza with my wife/
Cause It proves we love each other more than life, word up/
I love Osama Bin Laden 'cause he was made in God's image/
And no matter what he does we're called to love him just the same/
And it's a shame we can't see it, how to put our faith in practice/
Like a palette full of paints who never gets to press the canvas/
I love the whippoorwill 'cause it likes to sing the blues/
And laments up on the fence about the choices that we choose/
So I bought a clay myrtle 'cause I thought it made me happy/
But I learned that being happy's something more than just a tree/
It's family and future and obedience to my maker/
And sometimes writing dope rhymes that skip across the fader

Hook:
Yo, I'm a sensitive man; I wear my heart on my sleeve/
And these are just a few of my favorite things/
So I invite you to see what it means to be me/
But only ask that you walk lightly when you step in my dreams

Verse 2:
Yo, I love J-Treds; he always sticks the landing/
And he taught me that the clever seldom ever get respect/
And I love catchin' rec with my crew outside of Denny's/
'cause their words are good food when my tank is feelin' empty/
I love the milk crate, the beat break library/
Where the weary lay their burdens down on wax for heads to carry/
And I love it when you barely catch the clutch before it tarries/
Off the topic that cypher said, for sure, would set you free/
I love my baggy jeans, hangin below my hips/
Cause they represent pop sentiment and how I never fit/
I love the record skip cause life is never perfect/
And reminds me that summit makes the climb worth it/
Love 30 bar verses, kids that rhyme with purpose/
Being nervous before a show, knowin' you haven't rehearsed/
The local record shop that stocks independent hip-hop/
And hits me on the celly when the latest jem drops/
I love piano drops, jazz loops, and rim shots/
Its samples in hip-hop that make my heart beat stop/
I bought an 840 to pull my passion down on Zip disc/
Exchanging french kisses with my mic to show my interest/
But life is not a wish list, it's better to give than get gifts/
So I wish for everybody all that you're in love with

Hook:

Verse 3
I love Your name cause it's the highest and nobody can deny it/
Rip the flyest title, takin' false gods and beat biters/
I love the wall writers; sprayed your peace before we hit it/
Sent end to end burners back to the lab for more revision/
Love the records that You're spinnin', music for righteous livin'/
Got the tightest turntablist itchin' to feel your scratchin'/
I love Your foot action; break your body, save us all/
You were the first b-boy before these toys could even crawl/
I love Your "yes ya'll"s, "don't stop"s, and breaking dawns/
It's Your same stage presence, when You call, heads respond/
Love Your patience: it's long, salvation cause it's my song/
Your passion for Your people cause Your mercy's never gone/
I'm a sensitive man, I wear my heart on my sleeve/
Hard rocks break before the body that bleeds/
Cause I love You/
I love You

Hook:

Deepspace 5 team
Sintax the Terrific
Love God, your neighbor
Then love yourself

{*scratched: "My love is audio"*}