Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Feb 6, 2006 19:13:29 GMT -5
I've been all around the world
I've been a new sensation
But it doesn't really matter
In this generation
The sophomore slump is an uphill battle
And someone said that in my scene
'Cause they need a new song
Like a new religion
Music for the television
I can't do the long division
Someone do the math
Got to find another way to live the life of leisure
So I drop my top
Mix and I mingle
Is everybody ready for the single and it goes...
Ha La La La La
Now listen closer to the verse I lay
(Ha La La La La)
It's all about the wordplay
(Ha La La La Love)
The wonderful thing it does
Because, because
I am the wizard of ooh's and ah's and fa-la-la's
They say I'm all about the wordplay
And it's time to get ill I got your remedy
For those who don't remember me
Well let me introduce you to my style
I try to keep a jumble
And the lyrics never mumble
When the music's makin' people tongue-tied
You want a new song
Like a new religion
Music for the television
I can't do the long division
Someone do the math
For the people write me off like I'm a one-hit wonder
Got to find another way to keep from goin' under
Pull out the stops
Got your attention
I guess it's time again for me to mention
The wordplay
I built a bridge across the stream of consciousness
It always seems to be a flowin'
But I don't which way my brain is goin'
Oh the ryhmin' and the timin'
Keeps the melodies inside me
And they're comin'
Til I'm running out of air
Are you prepared to take a dive into the deep end of my head
Are you listening to a single word I've said
Ha La La La La
Listen closer to the words I say
Ha La La La La
We're sticken' to the wordplay
Ha La La La Love
The wonderful thing it does
Because, because
I am the wizard of ooh's and ah's and fa-la-la's
They say I'm all about the wordplay
Ha La La La La
I'm all about the wordplay
Ha La La La La
Stickin' with the wordplay
Ha La La La Love
I love the wonderful thing it does
Because, because
Its all about the wordplay
A shecat walked along the thunder path. She was a slim shecat with a shimmering pelt, and lithe, well hidden muscles. To put it bluntly, she was beautiful. She had a long white pelt, and each hair was tipped with a peachy, Sunkist color. Her eyes were a deep blue, and she had the air of confidence. Her face was delicately set, and each sauntering, confident step was light and dainty. Her belly was a creamy color, and she had a sly look in her eyes.
Her scent was an exotic smell, underlying with a sweet background. She was clearly not a clan cat, nor a kitty pet, and least of all a rogue; though she would have made an excellent one.
The cat she sauntered up too, however was clearly a rouge. He was a large black tom, with hardened muscles and only two scars tracing his toned body. The most remarkable thing about him was his eyes. They were a chilly white, with black slits, marking his pupils.
The two cats met and touched noses lightly, and began a murmured conversation. Their names, ironically, were Kiss and Omen.
I've been a new sensation
But it doesn't really matter
In this generation
The sophomore slump is an uphill battle
And someone said that in my scene
'Cause they need a new song
Like a new religion
Music for the television
I can't do the long division
Someone do the math
Got to find another way to live the life of leisure
So I drop my top
Mix and I mingle
Is everybody ready for the single and it goes...
Ha La La La La
Now listen closer to the verse I lay
(Ha La La La La)
It's all about the wordplay
(Ha La La La Love)
The wonderful thing it does
Because, because
I am the wizard of ooh's and ah's and fa-la-la's
They say I'm all about the wordplay
And it's time to get ill I got your remedy
For those who don't remember me
Well let me introduce you to my style
I try to keep a jumble
And the lyrics never mumble
When the music's makin' people tongue-tied
You want a new song
Like a new religion
Music for the television
I can't do the long division
Someone do the math
For the people write me off like I'm a one-hit wonder
Got to find another way to keep from goin' under
Pull out the stops
Got your attention
I guess it's time again for me to mention
The wordplay
I built a bridge across the stream of consciousness
It always seems to be a flowin'
But I don't which way my brain is goin'
Oh the ryhmin' and the timin'
Keeps the melodies inside me
And they're comin'
Til I'm running out of air
Are you prepared to take a dive into the deep end of my head
Are you listening to a single word I've said
Ha La La La La
Listen closer to the words I say
Ha La La La La
We're sticken' to the wordplay
Ha La La La Love
The wonderful thing it does
Because, because
I am the wizard of ooh's and ah's and fa-la-la's
They say I'm all about the wordplay
Ha La La La La
I'm all about the wordplay
Ha La La La La
Stickin' with the wordplay
Ha La La La Love
I love the wonderful thing it does
Because, because
Its all about the wordplay
A shecat walked along the thunder path. She was a slim shecat with a shimmering pelt, and lithe, well hidden muscles. To put it bluntly, she was beautiful. She had a long white pelt, and each hair was tipped with a peachy, Sunkist color. Her eyes were a deep blue, and she had the air of confidence. Her face was delicately set, and each sauntering, confident step was light and dainty. Her belly was a creamy color, and she had a sly look in her eyes.
Her scent was an exotic smell, underlying with a sweet background. She was clearly not a clan cat, nor a kitty pet, and least of all a rogue; though she would have made an excellent one.
The cat she sauntered up too, however was clearly a rouge. He was a large black tom, with hardened muscles and only two scars tracing his toned body. The most remarkable thing about him was his eyes. They were a chilly white, with black slits, marking his pupils.
The two cats met and touched noses lightly, and began a murmured conversation. Their names, ironically, were Kiss and Omen.