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Think about Guitar & Drums: The Outsiders Chords & Vocals: BigMoney$ Thanks for this song guys, it helps tell people about the rest of the world Lyrics: Verses: Think about the rap, ’cause I like to do fast rap Feelin’ off these words like a lab rat, oh crap Think about the bat when it hits you like boom bap I like to know when you think about the fast crap Think about the sound when it slide through the snapback Head full of noise, yeah, my thoughts never nap Think about the pace when it runnin’ off-track Still feel alive when the moment collapse Think about the thought when it bounce in a loop trap Mind goin’ circles like a needle on wax Think about the rush when it hit me all at once Tryna slow it down but my brain don’t match Think about the day when I wake up cracked Dreams still stick like a thumbtack trap Think about the voice when it talk real fast Sound like me but it talk right back Think about the echo when I say one line Come back doubled, triple, lost in time Think about the way that the words all slide Outta my mouth like a glitch in design Think about the fear when I slow it a bit Silence loud when I sit with it Think about the rush when I jump back in Yeah I hate it but I love to sit Think about the past when it creep real quick Tap on my shoulder like “remember this?” Think about the snap when the moment split One way sane, one way drift Think about the mask that I wear sometimes Talk real fast just to hide my mind Think about the laugh when it sound just fine But it fade when I cross that line Think about the light when it bend real slow Colors melt when I let it go Think about the beat when it hit down low Still go fast but I move like smoke Think about the quiet when the sound cut dead Still hear rhythm in my head Think about the words I ain’t never said Still feel loud in the empty bed Think about the space between every hit That’s where I live, yeah that’s the itch Try to outrun it, never quit But it catch me Think about the rap when I strip it bare No punchlines, just air and glare Think about the truth when I’m standin’ there Still talk fast like I’m scared to stare