From “Underscore”
Written by: Tonedeff, Deacon The Villain & Kno
Produced by: Kno
©2003 QN5 Music (ASCAP), Mark Makers Music (ASCAP)
Taken from CunninLynguists – “Southernunderground” LP

CHORUS
Traces of love, long ago… that didn’t work out.

V1 – TONEDEFF
Love ain’t for the faint of heart. || Start Training, this game is hard/
And arduous, || You’re gonna play in the dark like when it rains in the park/
You’re hardly conscious of the stains and scars, enabling your partly clouded logic/
To pay to impart bliss with arrangements of chocolates/
Now, || You’re working yourself out the same as when you strain with a nautilus/
And you’re willing to embrace pain facing sustained negative consequence/
If nothing you say when in love is embedded with common sense/
Then, do you really regret when you’ve shredded your promises?/
Now, I’ve tested the waters, kid. Sipped it; rippled the pond a bit/
Visits have been abolished, and this shit’s killing my confidence/
Is this filling your conscience when distance is an accomplishment?/
If you miss chicks when they’re around, the phrase “Let’s quit” isn’t an option/
You best fix whatever’s wrong and just move on and get on with it/
Cause, You’ll catch bigger fish in the sea if you manage not to drown in it/
It’s sad, but proud or not, most your standards go down a notch/
When loneliness drinks at the bar you set too high,
Cause, It isn’t really my time, is it? Shit…I just found the watch/
But hearing the bell toll for me twice a day, has me fearing my grandfather clock/
And I can’t die without trying. My hands tied in knots/
Knowing that I’ll never learn to brave the waves if I stand by the docks/
Love is hampered by thought, if you can handle the prospect of
Death – it’s as massive a shock. And To intellects, it’s a fuckin’ smack in the crotch/
It’s a cancer that rots your soul, tosses demons off of the road/
Just use caution and know, that, love ain’t nothing but a loss of control.
Off then, we go.

Chorus

V2 – DEACON THE VILLAIN
Love’ll have you nervous, doing stupid shit on purpose
brain out of service, words slurred when you blurt shit…
studderin’, utterin’ non-sensical shit in your verses..
feeling like a shirtless, 4-breasted woman in a circus…
furthurly trying to gap an unfillable void…
because of parents never transfering that unbillical joy…
so girls create a false world of filling on boys..
exploited, guys playing with her heart like her feelings are toys…
but when you have it.. there’s nothing like it, you get excited…
seeking those who provide it, on phones talking to psychics…
some fear it… spend their entire lives trying to fight it…
living in a confusing Hayes, like they’re grooving to Isaac…
it ain’t the end of the rainbow with a treasure chest and a map…
it ain’t easily learnable with definitions in tact…
it can ride your train of though and demolitions your tracks…
hittin’ and bullwhippin you, leavin’ them slits in your back…
but i’ve been a lucky one.. loving parents, loving friends…
but i still spend alot of my life loving sin…
but I ain’t a genious on it, I can only pretend…
cause over all it’s an emotion I can not comprehend.. it’s love.

Chorus

V3 – KNO
Love aint the basis for action
In a nation of addicts pacing and waiting for seconds of satisfaction
Where the word itself is only fashioned in fits of passion
Hand in hand with animalistic orgasmic reaction
and the past isn’t felt as a match made in hell
But rather its held as a latter day meld
Of common mistakes and nice intentions
But when false love retention is simply vice invention
Its only right to mention the fights you get in
Nightly visions of these Tina and Ike revisions
So Whats Love really Got To Do With It?
From prude women to stool pidgeons in soup kitchens
The truth isn’t as eloquent so be intelligent
Getting caught out of your element just for the hell of it’s irrelevant
And that word’ll fit like a glove if you don’t get right, now live your life for the love or stop

Chorus