Scribble On A Clean Surface chords by
Aceyalone

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Key: C major•

Verse 1
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I had forgotten the incredible butter
softness of his long fingers
How they felt on my back when he
slow- dragged with me,
At a fateful "Blue Lights in
the Basement" party
The dim lights making his honey- colored
eyes barely visible as he,
Flashed a penlight in my eyes!

Verse 2

"Look directly into the light this time"

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I say look into the light

See what you look like

Verse 3
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[Chorus] (I scribble
on a clean surface,
the earthless and worthless)
(It's life, at the tunnel of
the point of purchase)
(Ey yo freedom got a microphone,
and a AK)
(Make way, and prepare for
the melee)

Verse 4
The microphone magic of Aceyalone
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The method of my madness
could never! Be known
Don't, try to set home
or off of the dome
Because wigs are known to be split!
And a, fan is known to be hit with shit
Rubber band flows that snap back in place
Rap in they face,
get this motherfucker outta here
He talks way way way way! too much
Spit for the victory, 'til they sick of me
I never wallow in the
bickery or trickery
There's no con- fusion, just the fusion!
No il- LUSION, 'cause God rule them

Verse 5

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Held high, nailed in the sky

The artistic eye leaves you mystified

You're once denied,

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soon openly obliged

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Verse 6
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[Chorus] They say,
"rock you don't stop"
but what you talkin' bout
Well let me guess, you come fi test
But test not he who knows best,
put nonsense to rest
Preachin' on a soapbox,
dope on the block
Choke on your tongue,
smoke from the gun
Broke in the middle,
I hope you're havin' fun
High! Post, high dose,
high strung
Wind through the lungs, spirit of the young
Salt on the slug,
caught with the plug
Fought with the drugs, taught by the thugs
Eye of a tiger, head of a lion
Walkin' through the interior of Siberia
Chip away at the rock,
or a dynamite block
Right where they had to stop,
we continue
Think the worst, ink into the verse
Sink into the earth,
die by the end of the rhyme
What a rush, too much to discuss
I close it up by sayin' this