Falling Down a Precipice by Jimmy E.L.E Lyrics
[Verse 1: Jimmy E.L.E]
Falling down a precipice, my abyss is the page, the pen clicks then it shifts, all my rhythm and
Rage, in my cage of venting, I am inventing a NEW STYLE, and the patent is pending, check the
Copy written diction, sending inscriptions that are never sloppy written, a never ending friction
A mass depiction of master paragraphs twisting, lips then sink in like dipping the pen in ink then
Dripping, dripping, over the microphone, gripping your sixth sense and tickling past the bone
[Chorus: Blink 182]
Down Down Down, pick me up I’m falling
[Verse 2: Jimmy E.L.E]
Past your dome, a new bastard poem is slipping, casting stones like clashing chrome when
Sticking the clips in, I’m well renown like a Mayan prediction, eclipsing sun and moon so run
Baboon I’m flipping, ripping E.L.E be giving em hell like Gibson, no fairy tale no frail fiction
See my writing is that of an advanced civilization, your minds activation through my salivation
We are ONE connecting through the sun this nation, underneath the stars migration
My poetry is like an ancient Mayan codices flowing oh so overseas for all to see, just like the
Pleiades so player please, keep the peace or get tossed off an ancient precipice
[Chorus: Jimmy E.L.E]
Down Down Down Down Down Down pick me up I’m falling, pick me up I’m falling X2
Down Down Dowwwwwn
Falling down a precipice, my abyss is the page, the pen clicks then it shifts, all my rhythm and
Rage, in my cage of venting, I am inventing a NEW STYLE, and the patent is pending, check the
Copy written diction, sending inscriptions that are never sloppy written, a never ending friction
A mass depiction of master paragraphs twisting, lips then sink in like dipping the pen in ink then
Dripping, dripping, over the microphone, gripping your sixth sense and tickling past the bone
[Chorus: Blink 182]
Down Down Down, pick me up I’m falling
[Verse 2: Jimmy E.L.E]
Past your dome, a new bastard poem is slipping, casting stones like clashing chrome when
Sticking the clips in, I’m well renown like a Mayan prediction, eclipsing sun and moon so run
Baboon I’m flipping, ripping E.L.E be giving em hell like Gibson, no fairy tale no frail fiction
See my writing is that of an advanced civilization, your minds activation through my salivation
We are ONE connecting through the sun this nation, underneath the stars migration
My poetry is like an ancient Mayan codices flowing oh so overseas for all to see, just like the
Pleiades so player please, keep the peace or get tossed off an ancient precipice
[Chorus: Jimmy E.L.E]
Down Down Down Down Down Down pick me up I’m falling, pick me up I’m falling X2
Down Down Dowwwwwn