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I'm digging deep, task is sampling crates,
we're dropping dope hits, to stand with the greats,
and I'm talking bullshit, been stalling with practice,
A forward thinker who's calling this backwards,
And really it's crude to be standing on ground,
that was paved by rappers not standing your sound,
made comical music, being selfish as fuck,
cause I thought it was funny, called it Elegant Tux,
and weaker cats trying to speak some raps,
people say it's dope, but I see it's wack,
that's elegant tux, trying to speak with class,
but remain dope every time you breath a rap,
Stuck on those thoughts, but it seems I'm back,
to a midnight bench where I seem relaxed,
there's lust in the breeze, I'm loving the summer,
a cigar in my pocket, twenty bucks in the other,
and I'm feeling I'm rich, well, because of the first,
but remember the second like nothing is worse,
started writing these lyrics hoping for green,
but feeling like that, when I orbit the scene,
cause this rapping shit looking sorta just hopeless,
been paying my dues but can't afford to promote it,
so I'm off of my axis til' my confidence backwards,
but grab my cigar, thoughts calmed and relaxing,
lighting it up until the smoke's in my face,
inhaling my stresses just to blow 'em away,
that breeze hits me, harder than loves lost,
find a piece of that feeling in summers I lust off,
so I puff my cigar, think of calling this chick,
cause I called her my girl, now I'm calling it quits,
forgetting her face as it's lost in the smoke,
and I'm puffing again so I can talk to my hopes...
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Elegant Tux,
released September 5, 2012
BEAT: Task The Samsara
MC: Lost Moniker
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