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i.e - thoughts of a genius (Forever Ill)

posted by Tha Talent on 10-10-2002 at 02:59 AM

Verse 1:

Thoughts that pass me forcibly, so I have a ghost of a chance
That only appears when I say cheers and give a toast in advance
So I stay glued to the set, for the breaking news of a threat
Take it as an excuse to use when I don't want to go to school with the rest
A fool gets impressed and just wants to quit the service
So I'll spill my guts, walk over it, and just slip on purpose
I chase my facts with mace and bats, cus my ways have snapped
Was the apple of my girl's eye, now it seems a money signs replacing that
You can run but you cant hide, cause we were playing recently
Since you swallowed your pride, you got enormous, found you easily
Let me pick up the tab, as I have a drink with my dad
As we swing from a branch of things we think our the past
So I become the bigger man, still afraid of the truth
But as I take the stage I get pelted by tomatoes and fruits
So as you hear me preach, and bring the talent to town
Here's a vote of thanks, which I'll drop in the ballot then bounce

Chorus:

All's well that ends well
And that's that.
So try this on for size and wipe that smile off your face
All's well that ends well
And that's that.
So try this on for size and wipe that smile off your face


Verse 2:

Become the perfect kid and use trends to choose friends
Start over and tie up your loose ends with shoe threads
Sometimes I feel like I'm on wheel of fortune, owing a vowel
Pressure building up, until I give up and throw in the towel
Some kid grabs the towel, and gives thousand of thanks
Uses the towel for hope, dreams, and his tower of strength
I take stuff for granted, walk; leave my neighbor for the night
And the rest is gravy that will hopefully add flavor to my life
I'll cry me a river, canoe through, in the mist of the ocean
Drink my feelings whole, throw nets, and fish for emotions
A person makes the name like a curtain makes the stage
Like cursing makes the rage, but for certain it's a shame
I draw my imagination with pastels and other weak colors
Wanting a balance of power, but my thoughts outweigh each other
When I'm angry and pissed off, just sitting there at home
I have a meeting with my ideas, and chairs are thrown



Chorus:

All's well that ends well
And that's that.
So try this on for size and wipe that smile off your face
All's well that ends well
And that's that.
So try this on for size and wipe that smile off your face


Verse 3:


I walk down a road and realize as my chance goes, I pause
I'm tired of shooting for dreams with no ammo or cause
But I keep on going, thinking, wishing, as I speak of a plan
I'm the salt of the earth, put on pretzels, and eaten by man
So you can stand up, get together, and rally your fears
In the end, you'll just end up drowning in the valley of tears
I take a step into a reality, and I run out and jump free
And I'll play on words until they get jealous and dump me
Forget about losing my mind, I'm not winning at all
Cause I got to the root of the problem, and timber was called
Torment; I absorbed it, but I insist that healing will help
Let your life down, just so it can feel how you felt
When you went to the drawing board with a broke chalk
Your hopes stalked by your conscience and its small talk
Don't let your thoughts take you over, down and you witness
Don't ever let anybody test the water, by drowning you in it

Chorus:

All's well that ends well
And that's that.
So try this on for size and wipe that smile off your face
All's well that ends well
And that's that.
So try this on for size and wipe that smile off your face


...Life, thoughts, ideas, are measured in strength
Rights, wrongs, light years of stars pressure your fate
So don't let them get the better for god's sake???


Comments: this could be i.E's final text piece...and my god, what a way to go out...some of the lines are amazing...my little brother will make it...and this piece fuckin shows it