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The Old People - Tiny Room

man talks shit about a tiny room but he calls every inch his own
says it needs a change of appearance before he can call it his home
works all day just to fill his walls with things he never had before
'till he needs a bigger room just so he can hold a little bit more

man still lives in a tiny room but it's bigger than the one before
still buyin' all the things he needs so his friends will know that he ain't poor
armani suit and a brand new lexus he got a killer deal on the loan
had a heart attack and he's six feet under in a tiny tomb of his own

XenonLight-Tiny Room
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Tiny room with four walls and no window.
A white room of one's own.
Tiny room with four walls and no window.
My own private home.

Here is where I do all of my writing.
Undisturbed by the street.
Here is where I find inspiration.
The pain never felt so sweet.

I have the only key to the deadbolt
so no one can intrude
when I'm in here having my private time.
I've never felt so good.

I never knew the pain could ever feel so blissful.

swedish masturbation unit + add presents
tiny room


. . ..orange donkey sprinkles.. . .

I'll set you aside away from the daylight
I wish you everything you could want
I know everything will be fine
as long as you
stay here in your
tiny room
and shut your eyelids
and cover your ears
and stay right here..

nowhere in the world

little boys and girls that can exist infinitely just sounds like jive from 65 trippin epiphany I mean sure you've got endless quantum states that express our time and space but seriously believe they co-exist all close up face to face "everybodys smilin sunshine day!" infinite expression that is shared and not perceived like tiny rooms in the cheap motel with endless vacancy lacks an elegance of the pessimist I'd love to hear him shout about the several behaviors of the particles we favor dubbed existence itself

I mean that countless acts of violence compassion and of joy are perpetrated offered celebrated and all the real mccoys constants reaffecting now the pictures getting clearer - fingerpainting with the unit is a mental stoma in thee ear

nowhere in the world we live in
this world and the
next [x10]

its to say that we exist and do digest some call it 'consciousness' but we fracture every moment into zillions of components happily share perceptive bliss we create our own space with the simple human grace but in hyper-overdrive meaning cause its me that Im sayin is the man that is proclaimin that its a cosmic suicide


contains the following sample:
brady bunch 'it's a sunshine day'

Aaron's Bowel Problem: Tiny Room

Lunchboxface is the name under which I terminate
French poodle MC's, sportin' the frizzed out perms I hate

Hey who you callin frizzed out, face, this is problem
If rhymes were broken shoes, then I'd have to bust a move and cobble 'em
Just in case you all can't hear, I'm gonna give yo ass a heads up,
Lunchboxface has got less flow than Heinz 57 ketchup

No way, bro, I got more flow than Grey Poupon
When I bake my scrumptious rhymes, bitches yell "soup's on"
As for you, the rumor's true the blandness of your lyrical stew
quickly drives away the ladies just like Pepe Le Peu

Who you callin' a skunk, punk I smell like perfume
Well there ain't no other MCs in this tiny little room

JUST TWO MCS IN A TINY ROOM
DISSIN' ON EACH OTHER WITH THE RHYMES OF DOOM
BEATS AND LYRICS IN FULL BLOOM
TWO MCS IN THE ROOM

My rhymes are fresh and tasty like an Oreo McFlurry
Give free samples of my style and the ladies line up in a hurry
Face just can't understand 'cause his lunchbox's small dimensions
Couldn't possibly contain all of my succulent inventions

I must contest your verbal condemnation
I flow like diarrhea and you're stuck like constipation
My rhymes can heal the sick, and my vocab is most holy
I'm a can of bug-be-gone and you're a roly-poly

Well, I don't understand your grandiose delusion
From here it seems your rhymes just sound like lyrical pollution
You're just a nasty cockroach, so for everyone's health
Man, just take your can of bug-be-gone and spray it on yourself

JUST TWO MCS IN A TINY ROOM
DISSIN' ON EACH OTHER WITH THE RHYMES OF DOOM
BEATS AND LYRICS IN FULL BLOOM
TWO MCS IN THE ROOM

Well, I must admit Problem, your rhymes are quite delightful
The line about Heinz 57 really was insightful
Well, I never would have thought of rhyming with a cartoon
hey man, how'd you ever think of using Pepe Le Peu

I must agree with what you say, that was my lyrical heyday
But the idea of a rhyming fight was stupid anyway
So what about the part where you compared me to a poodle?
Yeah, even that the whole kit and kaboodle

TERROR ENSUES

TWO MCS IN A TINY ROOM
NEVER GETTING OUT, GONNA BE THEIR TOMB
BEATS AND LYRICS SPELLED THEIR DOOM
TWO MCS IN THE ROOM

by Brick Pig

Tiny Room

Your bags are packed, I guess you're really leaving
And when you're gone I'll have to do some packin', too
'Cause everything I see makes me remember
The heartache and the pain I've shared with you


Chorus:

I wanted to show you sunshine, but I only brought you gloom
There were some times of gladness, but they ended all too soon
I don't know where I'll keep all our bad memories
But the good times will only fill a tiny room


I thought I'd make you happy, but I couldn't
Things just never worked out like we thought they should
We thought we loved each other, but we didn't
And I finally realized we never would

(repeat chorus)

MS/2001