"Smuve off tha S.L.A.B" genre: Hip Hop
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	Minimal musical theatrics allow the verbal resonance of Dark Phoenixx to shine through. Lyrically, this could be the tightest of the entire cd.
	CD: Mad Lyricist   Label: Bare Bonze Productions Credits: written, performed, arranged by Dark Phoenixx. Produced by Mr Calaco.
	Story Behind the Song One of the earlier songs written by DP, this was written shortly after the name was changed from N Smuve. Dark Phoenixx was away at an Air Force school which was on a Navy base. He was constantly around aircraft, and that is where the flight metaphors came from in the 1st verse. This was the first song recorded by Dark Phoenixx and Mr Calaco, and this is actually the remix version. S.L.A.B stands for skills, lyrics, and beats. Lyrics Smuve off tha S.L.A.B verse 1 Dark Phoenixx Auto pilots' on hold as I take over these flight controls navigating your mind through a maze as old as Aristotle where riding at full throttle, so adjust your goggles educating like Mrs Krebopple this genuine article is so smooth and I have something to prove to myself while making moves adjusting my controll to cruise turn off the no smoking sign; I'm about to heat it up oxygen is administered freely as I erupt like a geyser; the loot's is in my site, and I'm banking right the brightest entity in this night;an early riser because the early bird catches the worm, that's what they say so I'm creating my stuff in the morning of everyday while everybody else is revising the old songs so get it on, but make it good or leave it alone you tried to get the platinum, but ended up with the chrome the only place your hearing your records is in your home and in your dome, your ego is shattered and busted I listened for a half of a second, and I got disgusted I guess that I'm just being naive, but I believe that you gotta have some skill on this mic, or no reprieve shall be given; I'm trying to make a billion, so I'm driven to be the head of the midwest fam, like Michael Bivens Phoenixx is scalding a brother with my verbal cauldron but every oh-so-often, I'm using caution to never underestimate my foe, because the competition probably used to be your friend, and now they're on a mission but I'm so heavily armored, impervious to spite readjusting my flight height, and dipping in the night Chorus: I'm coming Smuve off tha S.L.A.B no need for jealousy, because you want to roll with me repeat four times Verse 2 Dark Phoenixx my name ain't Smedley; don't be trying to play the like a medley of your favorite tunes; I'm busting bubbles like party balloons shining like gold dabloons; and soon I plan to make every woman in this party swoon Though I don't croon like an Eddie Levert; the red alert sign crosses your face leaveing a trace of the hurt that I inspire; maintain a safe distance because I'm wired to my faith in my God; achieving everything desired on this Earth; I'm finally going for what I'm worth so stay out of my way, or get laughed at like Jokey Smurf it wouldn't be the first time I dropped a sucker yesterday with my worst rhyme that's not a reason for brothers to run around and hate me while all the ladies consistently underestimate me I tell the women I'm Dark Phoenixx, and they start to laugh I tell the women I wrap, and they start to laugh I hit the stage and demolish a brother with my wrath and when it's over, the ladies want to give me a bubble bath I'm not having that; you missed a golden chance because I'm not wearing Versace, and my name ain't Lance a master of emcees, I'm quite a lyricist still I need time to develop rhymes, because I insist upon my stuff being better than anything before it so when I show in your record stores, you can't ignore it I'm as real as they come, no need to fake a thang I don't be robbing and shooting, and I don't slang or bang I never have, and I hope to God that I never will but if I can't feed my family, think you know the deal you gotta do what you gotta when you gotta survive and Imma do what I gotta to keep my dream alive to be the official lyricist of the planet, kid riding on all world tires so I don't ever skid on any continent, country, or in another town I'm holding it down, the Cin-City Sound rising over your head; you might drown, so when I come around you better where protection, I'm leaving verbal scars that George Clooney couldn't fix on ER chorus fade out.

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