Your Chair Tax Quotes

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Quotes about Your Chair Tax: I DON'T MEAN TO STEAL YOUR LIGHT, LOOK I KNOW I DON'T SHINE AS BRIGHT, I AM JUST THE MORNING, YOU'RE THE DAY INTO THE NIGHT. AND YOU DON'T NEED TO PUT ME DOWN, BUT IF YOU DO I UNDERSTAND, I AM JUST THE MORNING,  YOU'RE THE DAY INTO THE NIGHT. AND YOU CAN COME AROUND, AND YOU CAN SIT IN MY CHAIR, YOU CAN SIT IN MY CHAIR, ANYTIME YOU FEEL. JUST COME AROUND, AND SING ME YOUR NEW SONG, RIGHT THERE IN MY CHAIR, AND I WILL SING ALONG, MM, I THINK THESE DAYS THEY COME IN WAVES YOU KNOW. GLORIOUS, GLORIOUS WAVES, THAT CARRY US AWAY. THEN WE GET SO BUSY THINKING, WE MIGHT BE SOMEONE TOMORROW, TOO BUSY TO REALIZE, ITS QUITE BLISSFUL BEING NOBODY TODAY. SO ITS TRUE THAT WE WERE HAPPY THEN, BUT THEN'S BEEN AND GONE. AND I WONT DO I WAS HAPPY WHEN, ‘COZ WHEN NEVER COMES. ITS RECKLESSNESS AND COURAGE IN THE NOW THAT MUST BE WON. AND I FEEL THAT I AM CHANGING, A NEW WAVE'S COMING ON. AND I FEEL THAT I AM CHANGING, A NEW WAVE HAS BEGUN. IT HAS BEGUN. I DO RECALL A WEDNESDAY NIGHT; WALKED DOWN TO THE OPEN MIC, AT THE BACK ROOM AT THE GREY HORSE, MY HEART WAS LEAPING THROUGH. WE'D TAKE OUR TURN BY CANDLELIGHT, TO TRY AND KEEP THE GODS IN FLIGHT. IT WAS GOOD TO SEE SOMEONE PLAY WITH A SOUL LIKE YOU DO. AND WE'D ALL GO BACK TO MINE, AND YOU WOULD SIT IN MY CHAIR. YOU CAN SIT IN MY CHAIR, MOST NIGHTS OF THE WEEK. I'LL SQUEEZE THE BOX OF WINE, AND YOU CAN PLAY THAT NEW SONG, COME ONE, PLAY YOUR NEW SONG, I WANT TO SING ALONG. I THINK THESE DAYS THEY COME IN WAVES YOU KNOW. GLORIOUS, GLORIOUS WAVES, THAT CARRY US AWAY, YES THEY DO. ‘COZ WE GET SO BUSY THINKING, THAT WE MIGHT BE SOMEONE TOMORROW, TOO BUSY TO REALIZE, IT'S JUST BLISSFUL BEING NOBODY TODAY. SO I DON'T LIKE I WAS HAPPY THEN, BUT THEN'S BEEN AND GONE. AND I WONT DO I WAS HAPPY WHEN, ‘COZ WHEN NEVER COMES. ITS RECKLESSNESS AND COURAGE IN THE NOW THAT MUST BE WON. AND I FEEL THAT I AM CHANGING, A NEW WAVE'S COMING ON. AND I FEEL THAT I AM CHANGING, A NEW WAVE COMING ON, YOU SEE. I FEEL THAT I AM CHANGING, A NEW WAVE HAS BEGUN, IT HAS BEGUN. DAY INTO THE NIGHT. DAY INTO THE NIGHT.
I DON'T MEAN TO STEAL YOUR LIGHT, LOOK I KNOW I DON'T SHINE AS BRIGHT, I AM JUST THE MORNING, YOU'RE THE DAY INTO THE NIGHT. AND YOU DON'T NEED TO PUT ME DOWN, BUT IF YOU DO I UNDERSTAND, I AM JUST THE MORNING, YOU'RE THE DAY INTO THE NIGHT. AND YOU CAN COME AROUND, AND YOU CAN SIT IN MY CHAIR, YOU CAN SIT IN MY CHAIR, ANYTIME YOU FEEL. JUST COME AROUND, AND SING ME YOUR NEW SONG, RIGHT THERE IN MY CHAIR, AND I WILL SING ALONG, MM, I THINK THESE DAYS THEY COME IN WAVES YOU KNOW. GLORIOUS, GLORIOUS WAVES, THAT CARRY US AWAY. THEN WE GET SO BUSY THINKING, WE MIGHT BE SOMEONE TOMORROW, TOO BUSY TO REALIZE, ITS QUITE BLISSFUL BEING NOBODY TODAY. SO ITS TRUE THAT WE WERE HAPPY THEN, BUT THEN'S BEEN AND GONE. AND I WONT DO I WAS HAPPY WHEN, ‘COZ WHEN NEVER COMES. ITS RECKLESSNESS AND COURAGE IN THE NOW THAT MUST BE WON. AND I FEEL THAT I AM CHANGING, A NEW WAVE'S COMING ON. AND I FEEL THAT I AM CHANGING, A NEW WAVE HAS BEGUN. IT HAS BEGUN. I DO RECALL A WEDNESDAY NIGHT; WALKED DOWN TO THE OPEN MIC, AT THE BACK ROOM AT THE GREY HORSE, MY HEART WAS LEAPING THROUGH. WE'D TAKE OUR TURN BY CANDLELIGHT, TO TRY AND KEEP THE GODS IN FLIGHT. IT WAS GOOD TO SEE SOMEONE PLAY WITH A SOUL LIKE YOU DO. AND WE'D ALL GO BACK TO MINE, AND YOU WOULD SIT IN MY CHAIR. YOU CAN SIT IN MY CHAIR, MOST NIGHTS OF THE WEEK. I'LL SQUEEZE THE BOX OF WINE, AND YOU CAN PLAY THAT NEW SONG, COME ONE, PLAY YOUR NEW SONG, I WANT TO SING ALONG. I THINK THESE DAYS THEY COME IN WAVES YOU KNOW. GLORIOUS, GLORIOUS WAVES, THAT CARRY US AWAY, YES THEY DO. ‘COZ WE GET SO BUSY THINKING, THAT WE MIGHT BE SOMEONE TOMORROW, TOO BUSY TO REALIZE, IT'S JUST BLISSFUL BEING NOBODY TODAY. SO I DON'T LIKE I WAS HAPPY THEN, BUT THEN'S BEEN AND GONE. AND I WONT DO I WAS HAPPY WHEN, ‘COZ WHEN NEVER COMES. ITS RECKLESSNESS AND COURAGE IN THE NOW THAT MUST BE WON. AND I FEEL THAT I AM CHANGING, A NEW WAVE'S COMING ON. AND I FEEL THAT I AM CHANGING, A NEW WAVE COMING ON, YOU SEE. I FEEL THAT I AM CHANGING, A NEW WAVE HAS BEGUN, IT HAS BEGUN. DAY INTO THE NIGHT. DAY INTO THE NIGHT.

From My Chair by Martha Tilston
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Your Chair Tax Saying: UH-HUH...UH-HUH YO, YO, AYO I SPIT SO FEROCIOUS I CAN'T STAY FOCUSED WATCH THE AMBIENCE OF THE TONE SWITCH WHEN I'M IN MIC MODE, ELF OVERLOAD THE PROVERBIAL VERBAL TOE TO TOE, FOOT TO YOUR THROAT DING DING GET IN THE RING NIGGA, ANSWER YOUR PHONE RAP SO SICK THE FRICTION WILL LEAVE YOUR LIPS SWOLE SIPPIN ON SOUR COLD SAUCE SYRUP SLOW RIPPIN THE FLOW TILL YOUR FACE LOOKS LIKE STRAWBERRY PULP SCAN YOUR WHOLE AREA CODE...CALL THE CRIB LIKE,
UH-HUH...UH-HUH YO, YO, AYO I SPIT SO FEROCIOUS I CAN'T STAY FOCUSED WATCH THE AMBIENCE OF THE TONE SWITCH WHEN I'M IN MIC MODE, ELF OVERLOAD THE PROVERBIAL VERBAL TOE TO TOE, FOOT TO YOUR THROAT DING DING GET IN THE RING NIGGA, ANSWER YOUR PHONE RAP SO SICK THE FRICTION WILL LEAVE YOUR LIPS SWOLE SIPPIN ON SOUR COLD SAUCE SYRUP SLOW RIPPIN THE FLOW TILL YOUR FACE LOOKS LIKE STRAWBERRY PULP SCAN YOUR WHOLE AREA CODE...CALL THE CRIB LIKE, "IS HE HOME?" TELL HIM TO COME ALONE AND "CLICK" PHONE SPIT RHYMES AND SPLIT SKULLS MISERABLE PITBULLS LEAVE YOU WITH TURNAKIT WRAPPED WRIST BONES FROM FORT HOOD TO FORT GREEN MY METAPHORS BLING, LORD OF THE RINGS, I'M THE THORAZINE KING HOLD THAT... HOLD THIS... PUT THE MIC DOWN BEFORE YOU CATCH THUMBROSIS YOU HOLDING A CRIS? I'M IN YOUR HOUSE FEEDING YOUR FISH IN YOUR ROBE AND SLIPS HOLDING YOUR OLD LADIES TIT, FREQUENT VISITORS STICK A DICK IN HER SUPREME LYRICIST WITH BUILT ANTIQUE TWENTY FUSION INHIBITORS CITIZENS SCARED OF THE MINIMUM LYRICAL DERIVITIVE FORTY-FOUR CURRICULUM SYLLABLES CALIBER KILLING EM DAMN NIGGA, WHAT YOU THINK OF HIM? FEELING THAT NIGGA DUN! FOR REAL, CAUSE THAT NIGGA BEEN SPITTIN FOR A MINUTE SON THEY WANNA GET RID OF HIM, THAT'S WHY THEY BELITTLE HIM ON THE MIC HE AIN'T HUMAN, THAT'S WHAT I KEEP TELLIN THEM IF THEY DON'T WANNA PLAY HIM ON FM THEN F-THEM HE DON'T CARE ABOUT THEM, THE MIC IS HIS BEST FRIEND THROW A BEAT ON AND BLESS HIM BATTLE... BRING YA BEST MEN, XXL X-MEN MY RAP CRACKS THE THERMOSTAT RESET THE TEMP AT 180 DEGREES PLEASE, IT'S NO SWEAT, ALL I NEED TO KNOW IS WHERE AND WHEN TALK TO MY AGENT AND MAKE SURE THE CRAFT SERVICE IS JAMAICAN RECORD THROUGH 32X LENSE, RIGHT BRAIN CONNECT WITH LEFT HEM THE REM IS HIGH RES, MY SURVEILLANCE DISRESPECT FEDS ANTI-SOCIAL, DYSLEXIC, DOING CAT SCANS AT THE PET SHEM THE MC MOURTUARY ENDORSER, MORTIFIER TURNS THE AUDIENCE TO DISMEMBERED CORPSES SLAP BOOTLEGGERS WITH A NOVELTY TAX, ENFORCED BY THE RAP COALITION POVERTY ACT BLACK BALLED, BUT WHATS IT FEEL LIKE NOT TO BE BLACK? UNIVERSAL GOT MY STOCK, I WANT MY PROPERTY BACK SPIT HARD AND NEVER GOT A DIME SPIT THE HOTTEST RHYMES, IN MODERN TIMES AND STILL GOT OSTRACIZED FOR THE INTELLIGENT COMMUNITY THAT READS MY LYRICS WHAT I'VE WRITTING DESERVES A LEGIONAL MERRIT THIS IS THE PRECARIOUS POSITION OF A RAP STAR DEAD SERIOUS WITH HILARIOUSLY BIZZARE, SHARE YOUR VERSES WITH THE GODS R-A-W-W-A-R, FLOW FOR 108 BARS, I TOOK NOTHING AND GAVE ALL YO, LOOK UP IN THE SKY A BURNING STAR QUASAR WHEN I RHYME ARTWORK OF AN UNDETERMINED DESIGN I STILL SHINE QUOTEABLES OF AN UNCORRODABLE KIND LIGHTNING BOLT STRUCK THE PEN AND I WROTE A FEW LINES THE BRAINSTREAM WILL BE BACK ONLINE IN DUE TIME

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