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Midas
[font=Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande]Whatcha gunna do
when you hear
my voice thru the waves
Goin down the road
you pravoked me to pave
Speaking my mind
&
free-n the slaves
Making Fore-fathers
roll over in graves
When you see
this Diamond shine-n
that used to be coal
Collecting dividends
when they pay-n in fold
Will you fall
to the ground
Afraid for your soul
Submitting to the pain
as It's taking It's toll
Finding out
all the bragg-n
& lie's that I told
Weren't so false
I was just being bold
Now the plaster is dry
& I've broken the mold
About to go public
where my game can be sold
So if you're chillin-out
up in the North pole
Don't act like I left you
hang-n-out in the cold
cause before I blew up
you were the first
to be told
Everthing that I touch
will be turning to gold
Halla!
when you hear
my voice thru the waves
Goin down the road
you pravoked me to pave
Speaking my mind
&
free-n the slaves
Making Fore-fathers
roll over in graves
When you see
this Diamond shine-n
that used to be coal
Collecting dividends
when they pay-n in fold
Will you fall
to the ground
Afraid for your soul
Submitting to the pain
as It's taking It's toll
Finding out
all the bragg-n
& lie's that I told
Weren't so false
I was just being bold
Now the plaster is dry
& I've broken the mold
About to go public
where my game can be sold
So if you're chillin-out
up in the North pole
Don't act like I left you
hang-n-out in the cold
cause before I blew up
you were the first
to be told
Everthing that I touch
will be turning to gold
Halla!
Published 13th Jul 2012
| Edited 22nd Sep 2015
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