Post A Ryhme
Posted January 31, 2013 - 01:07 AM
as I record this track I'm probably goin' through the hardest time in my life/
How am I supposed to sit by on the side and watch you die?/
The tears in my eyes/Don't provide enough light but allign fright/
Nothing seems right, anymore/
I'm sitting on the sidelines... this colorless life, is deprived, of butterflies/
And everytime, I try, I can't get HIGH enough to climb.../
Somebody give me light, to start the spark to bring some meaning to this night/
We gotta survive.....
gotta move on, keep our heads up and give some insight/
If we're not doing this for change then we might as we'll, die/
After we've lived our pleasure-OUS, lives/
That were centered and eased... around the central thesis of your greed.../
This, suffering.... suffocation... is locusts, that are cloaking and choking me.../
I can't express TRUE [expletive] on the mic appropriately.../
We can't be anti-social or swim in shallow/
I give advice, but battle.... cuz the words are hard to swallow as they're hallow and they scatter/
Pass me the mic/
Pass me the wine/
Drink a few, give me some time, I'm drunk and need to spit a rhyme/
Not from the wine.... but from the poem foam, I overbite/
When I light that nitrite/ To burn, acid and fox rhymes, to hog up all the oxide/
So I guess I'm just....... oxygen deprived/
So let me draw a line/
I mean spit one...
The target is in sight/
I'm shooting missles...
They miss you on purpose my words enough bring the murder through/
Gotta reload -- pass me a similie/
Like an art gathering, I'm painting you a masterpiece, subsequently/
Equaling a flow of words that splash waves in your face a distaste/
Because a disgrace dissed and disintigrated on an iron plate/
A cleaned up version for you wanna-be fakes...
I don't wanna be great - I can only be who I am/
And who I is/
I don't want any of your business or fake definitions, you're summary of what a [expletive] is/
Oh wait! That's a definition...
That's a contradiction....
And that is the definition of what a hypocrite is/
That's what you are -- don't conclude based on condition,
most of your facts are all fiction/
# "I make shots [expletive]. How much you wanna put on it? How much you wanna put on? 500 grand? What?" --Kobe Bryant
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