MR. LIF - Collapse lyrics

I notice that you mentioned your opinion

Oh, now they got a couple of things to say too

What should I do?

Listen or leak crimson?

All over the floor from my wrists

There, now you've got Lif

Some natural, authentic, completely genetic

Inherited fate trait

He was eclectic but he didn't make great

Status is a trendy little song on a dub plate

Give it some spins and it begins to wither

My nigga

What's up, my nigga?

Let's show and prove

Make moves this winter

Rent a whip and start riding

Look into my eyes and see those two worlds colliding

I wanna be home making records

Now I'm in the studio and all I wanna do is be home

(What's stopping you?) Who's that?!

Move back!

Drive me to the hospital, I'm at the point of collapse

Sorry, baby girl, your man is out on tour

The floor may drop out if I don't walk out

Handle my B.I.

See, I think I might have just missed my own life 'cause I'm working tonight

And the pressure [x4]

Sales, interviews, touring, performing at my peak

Man, I need sleep [x2]

Now what truly defines one's life?

Is it the legacy they left behind?

Well, this music seems to be mine

It's been nine interesting years in the game

Not too much has changed

I've still got a saw to hack up your frame

Performed at all your favorite festivals

Some cats do one show and blow

My destiny to live on the low

It's got me locked in the basement

In the winter in December

Open window, cold toe

Face down on the futon rocking yesterday's attire

Woke up early feeling uninspired

Staring at my album outline

At this point I've drafted up about nine

New Lif, yeah, it's about time

Maybe you've seen me on stage with Ace, Came to Perceptionists

Or read an article on how my verbal weapon is

Well, regardless how you got here, feel fear

Kick the kick, stomp the snare, goodbye the hi

Watch the rhythm die then resurrect

As I recollect

Ancient black intellect

Erase and redirct

Your collective minds to check a selective rhyme

Detail

Available at retail, griotmatics

Ipod and Treo addicts gotta have it

It's black magic that'll wrinkle time's fabric

Have you heard of Lif?

Well, maybe, sorta, perhaps

Listen up and let me guide you to the point of collapse