DESCRIPTION:
First single from The Big Rae EP from producer Bigfoot and Mister Rae set for release 07/2012.

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Rest in peace Brittany Murphy, heaven ain't worthy
They're hating the team but they're loving the jersey
Trapped in a scene where theres no one as worthy
for that guillotine. Blind surgery absurdity
"Murder me before I murder again,"
said the note on the dresser when I walked in the room
Same thing on the Mic as witch on a broom,
I'm fly with the spit when I murder a pen
Forgot about that didn't you, mere mortals get ridiculed
Pathetic dreams grow up to die in a cubicle
No matter what they throw up Rae - It ain't new to you
No matter what the judges say it ain't beautiful
They're visions impaired so I take them in pairs like Noah do
To the opticians and get them a new pair or two
Brand New Spectacles on point like decimals
They've been on my nuts since they were testicles
swear on the bible, test my recital
I'm so (Edgar Allen Poetical) so lyrical
I make your grammar go digital. Oh, is it true
They ask if I'm invincible like the animated family
Yes but no Disney - Iller than thou
So the flow is so sickenly unstoppable, Bruce Banner all obstacles
While I drop a jewel like the rich irresponsible
inflamed like a tonsil, my style is so Gonzo
Hunter S. Flow, fear and loathing in my castle
Drop the drawbridge, duel the swordfish
Laced a track with the devil, Allah endorsed it
Most high dropped a bomb on it like Nagasaki
Or more like the humble abode of an Iraqi
Hands on my nuts is why I'm spitting so cocky
They're trying to amp me up like the theme song from Rocky
But i'm trying to Ante-up like the Mash Out Posse
For a little Fame I'ld probably Danze but sadly...

...I just want to close my eyes and never wake up
Let the waves wash away my sad clown makeup
Fall in love again just to experience a breakup
Procastinations just another hobby that I take up
Masturbations just a solitary lovers hiccup
On the long road to being slayed in a stickup
"Brrrr, Stick 'em, what? what? what? stick 'em"
Why should I play the victim?
I'm trapped in a first-person shooter
No avenue for my roots to Manuva
No gratitude for the hearts I bazooka
In my quest to retrieve the white flag for my ruler
The horns of Capricorn point where I belong
Feeling betrayed and scorned, seeing what I've become
A meer reflection of the man in the looking-glass
Stirred by the maiden with the fine, fly looking ass
With the ability to look beyond my flaws,
Without the elevator, she said "I'm all yours"

Please hold the door, the last thing I saw:
Disappointment in her eyes as her jaw dropped in awe

You're/I'm back to building castles in the sky
Watching good things pass you/me by
For a reason You/I can't decide and can't disguise
Don't ask me why...