[HIP HOP BEAT]
(SINGING) The
E-V-O-L-O-V-E-L-O-V,
and it's love.
And I don't think
we've had enough.
No, I don't think
we've had enough.
(RAPPING) Love is fickle.
Got me picking petals--
does she love me not?
Music is the only thing
that drowns the pain.
That's got to stop.
What is love?
How can it be love if
only one's in love?
It's unrequited-- maybe
this is just a crush.
I want to love her how I feel,
but I can't take rejection.
How I do face unhappiness?
How do I face depression?
Music is the only
healing process--
it's the only cure--
the only medication that
can stop me going overboard.
See, I like her, but she
likes someone other--
another man, but that
man doesn't love her.
That man was a woman
disguised as her brother,
and she likes me, but I
don't know she's undercover.
She could have told me.
I could have played it cool.
This fellow's wise enough
to break the rules.
This fellow's wise
enough to play the fool.
This fellow's wise
enough to play the fool.
Better a witty fool
than a foolish wit.
Education is the key, I'm trying
to school the kids from Hamlet
to Twelfth Night to
Romeo and Juliet.
I hereby make clear that
Shakespeare is as cool as shit.
Let me alone for swearing.
How can I show caring?
People always judge
you by your looks
and by the clothes
you're wearing.
Love is fickle.
I can taste the flavours
like I'm sucking Skittles.
I sent my messenger
with a riddle, uh.
And he sent that on.
He was gone.
So if music be the food
of love, well, play on.
Let the song be begun.
Let the music play on.
I said, if music be the
food of love, then play on.
Nothing's worse than love
when the feeling is mutual.
The other person has to feel
the same, and that is crucial.
Love's truthful.
And the truth hurts,
so love's brutal.
It's unusual.
I love my music,
because it's beautiful.
(RAPPING) Imagine-- I
am Adam-- you are Eve.
As we believe a lie, you'll
eat a apple on the tree.
Subconsciously, in your
mind, it parts a sea.
And then every lie that we
eat is a branch in that tree.
Eventually a whole belief system
is like a heart with no beat--
like a car with no seats--
like shark with teeth--
like a branch with no leaf.
(RAPPING) Now get ready
for the mark of the beast.
Every story I now read, know
why it's hard to believe?
Because the structure
of your mind--
the human form's
written in lies.
That's why the truth
is so hard to perceive.
The truth existed
before the words did.
That's why it
can't be explained.
And you starting to see--
now dark is the shade
that you stand under?
Are you after a change?
The action is fleeting.
Reaction is pain--
jealousy, hate, love, pride,
it's all one and the same.
People can't be controlled--
we start passing the blame-- do
as a part it can play.
Hey, It's an emotional
part of your day.
There ain't a problem to
responding to the abuse
that you take.
That's your integrity reacting
like a fuse to the flame.
We're all the same.
You ain't to blame
for acting that way.
And you can always put a pause
to the cause of the pain.
It's that voice in your brain--
you call it
thinking-- but I think
it leaves a poisonous taste.
I think it leaves
a poisonous taste.
Yet I grew up with
nuns, so I need papers.
I got out the mud with
some clean trainers.
While others ain't see
pain, man, these pagans.
Well, some are born great,
while others achieve greatness.
Yeah, he does it with grace,
but I do it more natural.
What I lack capital I
make up in gratitude.
The rich will drag
you into ditches
if you ain't on the
latitude, but I won't rest--
I'll be revenging a
whole pack of you.
I'm flexed.
(SINGING) E-V-O-L-O-V-E-L-O-V,
and it's love.
And I don't think
we've had enough.
No, I don't think
we've had enough.
(RAPPING) They don't
seem to see my pain--
they never taught this.
The instrument that say
my name lay in my cards.
Feel the rhythm as it hits
my veins-- they in the dark.
The ever beauty, I
swear she moves me, see?
(SINGING/RAPPING)
On the first night,
she was talking poetry, floetry,
Shakespeare, and knowing me.
On the third night, I was
intertwined in a vessel--
took my mind with a message.
Now on sixth night, we
were like Romeo and Juliet.
My only hope is you.
I'm blessed.
On the night night,
we were listening
to Sade, sipping
Bacardi, say, my darling.
On the twelfth night I was
your Hamlet, your Macbeth.
You're my queen.
I'm your king, see?
(SINGING) Oh, oh, oh.
E-V-O-L-O-V-E-L-O-V,
and it's love.
And I don't think
we've had enough.
No, I don't think
we've had enough.
Say, E-V-O-L-O-V-E-L-O-V,
and it's love.
And I don't think
we've had enough.
No, I don't think
we've had enough.
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