Sarah McLachlan

(Spose) Show don't tell They’ll never say way to go, they'll just say go to hell Never ever let your cranium swole You’ve got to keep your ego, under control I know even though you think you got that heroin crack shit Don’t act it, that's wackness, put in practice Let your rhymes speak, bragging about a dime piece Or time piece child please be sensible ‘cause lying's indefensible Bullshit’s detectable We all got noses Even if what you admit is reprehensible You will be respectable just because you told it I'll never say protect your neck ‘cause truthfully I’m more Beck than Inspectah Deck You've got to come original on your etch-a-sketch Or get shaken up then left next to death In other words if you wanna be a folk hero And they're all selling lemonade, sell Coke Zero Do something different, when you rap stuff And hold on, prepare to blast off But don't get gassed up like electric cars, or be after last call spitting empty bars Because anyone who has time to envy ours is probably all talk like NPR If you burned all your bridges, shit is looking destitute Dig tunnels to exit through, don't think with testicles If you want your homey dead, keep him texting you Keep your friends near, keep your foes right next to you I'll tell you what Jay-Z told me “Hoes will get you sidetracked then clapped from close feet” Distracted from tasks by ass i know it's tight But you could lose money, time, even your life Plus bitches are crazy......moving on I hate political rappers more than I do Lebron I've been a Celtics fan for super long So keep Chechnian rebels out of your stupid songs Go be a columnist, go be a novelist Like a rap a song is a solution to all of it Yeah Obama's heard of Common but I doubt Michelle Bachmann has got Pac in her Walkman It's Sarah McLachlan Sarah McLachlan Sarah McLachlan It’s Paula Cole and Sarah McLachlan It’s Edwin McCain and Sarah McLachlan It’s Joan Osbourne and Sarah McLachlan It’s Joan Osbourne and Sarah McLachlan Sarah McLachlan It’s fucking Paula Cole and Sarah McLachlan (spoken, with echoes) The sea living, beautiful and life giving, seems as you ride to be everywhere about you Behind, before, around Now it rises like a lake, gemmed with islands and embosomed with rich swells of woodlands, now you catch a peep of it with your right hand among tufts of oak and maple, and along it spreads on your left to a majestic sheet of silver among rocky shores hung with dark pines, hemlocks, and spruces Harriet Beecher Stowe, Letter from Maine 1852