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Outta Sight (feat. Con)

from Happy Hour by Paradox & P44

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lyrics

P44
Come out a side-view mirror, much closer than I appear,
In that cypher intermission, I’m causing you to career,
Apache in your back seat, all of your inner fears,
I’m outta, outta, outta….

Con
We go off, on top of the soap box,
Dropping some smoke bombs on cops and their road blocks,
We’re gone, trying to stop us well so what,
You fall flat with your letters and dropped in the post box,
Been building on this since we were here with a floor plan,
Taking names like a Nigerian with broadband,
We got mysteriously sore hands and you’re red in the face,
You’re hearing the door slam before you step in the place,
And it’s never the same, Con and that Sam menace,
And by the time you get in, we’re out the back entrance,
Came for a second, and we stayed for a minute then we,
Got kicked out so we made it a living,
Understatement saying Elvis has left the building,
Leave the scene, mortgage, wife and forget the children,
And when I’m dead and gone, I’ll pay the ferry man,
Just to snatch his little raft and grab my twenty back.

P44
I set the petty caterwauling and bitching aside, I breached the divide,
Put a leash on my pride, to get my dollar back,
But it’s easy at times, to put MCs on the side,
So we left each to his pride, no one can close the gap,
Napoleon complex and midget fetishes,
6’ 5” with an ego that’ll live forever it’s,
That’s same rapper with the batcave swagger,
Give me 20 seconds make that prison gang look off of the chain,
Bring your laser tag, I’m leaving the phantom zone,
Gift-packed, remains go back, something you can carry home,
Band-aid, slap her on a mass grave, that’ll,
Cover the bodies that we hoard under the floorboard, sing it again,
Beta Ray Bill thunderclap, watch me bring summer back,
Samsung definition, son of Sam,
Underhand jab’ll make the chat stop, now you tell me,
Why the fuck, why the fuck should champions change.

Con
Shackled and chained to the back of a train,
Running it the backwards way, overtake a passenger plane,
Slap shells back in the chamber now I’m open to other suggestions,
Doing what I can to open another dimension,

P44
P and Con on a cypher leave you constantly hyper,
Got me that fire, ready to fucking body a rhymer,
One verse from P Dot,

Con
Make your apology nicer,
You thought you were fly? Let’s see you swallow a glider,
Follow the piper, I’ll lead you over the cliff,
Convince you of it’s riches you didn’t know could exist,
People look at me concerned when I’m alone on a bridge,
You’ve got nothing to worry about, that road is my bitch.

P44
This ain’t a game anymore, I’ve been fighting off the final boss,
Since 8 Mile dropped, the Titans lost and the 90s stopped,
But don’t write me off, attire robbed from the tribal gods,
Ain’t killable, I’m a killer bull in a china shop,

Con
Poke the eye of God just to get a little farther from heaven,
Close my soul to your goals now you can’t possess it,
I’d rather be tarred and feather in the Mojave Desert,
Next to a mobile phone with no bars or credit,

P44
I’m in your residency, next to your bed when your sleep,
I’m up in your head, at the end of every defeat,
I’m Mike Myers right before they sent him away,
I’m a construction worker clocking off at the end of the day, I’m outta sight….

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from Happy Hour, released November 15, 2016

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