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Monty Flython (feat. Scott Thorough)

from A Miraculous Kind Of Machine by Junk Science

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From the top to the bottom to the top again
Here we are, who we are, Nuclear, modern men
Teach the kids to play a game that you aint gotta win
Better yet, you aint gotta play, but still you gotta live
And that’s what you might call a paradizzox
Walkin down two streets in one pair of sizzocks
I catch 22 birds with the same stone
And still find a vacant wall and spray to make my name known
It’s all written on the subway
Monday through Sunday, the runway is one way
So when this thing takes flight
You will know exactly why we used to break night
Because something happens to the air, it is electric
Thus it is no accident that we are on some next ish
Everybody sleepin, abandoning their senses
We gather fragments of the real and try to make some sense of it
We was birthed in the darkness
The first to depart, wrapped in furs and the parkas
And perched like a marksman with darts for these smart kids
That’s marchin towards madness, mayhem on a planetary scale
Now, you could jot your own page, Canterbury Tale
Or watch from your homemade sanitary jail
But yo, how I see the only sane choice is
Gather in the quiet of the night and raise voices

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And it sounds so beautiful (beautiful)
So God-damned beautiful (beautiful)
And it sounds so beautiful (beautiful)

Some days it’s like I got so many brothers it’s hard to keep track
Especially when you factor in all the feedback
Between the frequencies a lot goes unsaid
We sleepwalk, arms outstretched, undead
Not sure what we searchin for
Some kind of justification to explain what we hurtin for
And once we got that, we think we’ll never let it slip
And that’s what everybody means when they say get a grip
On bad days we don’t know how to hold it
Our hands are imperfect, flawed from the molding
And if it slips and falls, it’s not broken
It’s just fractured, like time movin backwards
And if the rivers rose I would find safe passage
With Nuk Fam over my head like I was Atlas
With no practice, and no adlibs
I will say it clearly, hopin that you hear me
So if I said I love you, and you heard something else
Let me know now and I will sever those doubts
Cause there’s one thing I aint afraid to write
And that’s Nuk Fam literally saved my life

CHORUS

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from A Miraculous Kind Of Machine, released May 18, 2010

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Junk Science Brooklyn, New York

Junk Science is Baje One on the raps, Snafu on the beats. Simple. Dudes met in high school in the late 90's and have been making the music that they want to make since then, with absolutely no regard for whatever is "hot" in any given moment. Labels that have fuxed with Junk Science include Ruffnoxious, Scion, Embedded, Def Jux and Modern Shark.

More info here: modernshark.com/junkscience
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