(Chorus) I've been so many places In my life and time Yes, I've sung a lot of songs I've made some bad rhymes
Top of the world Yet I ain't never left my head to turn and look back Every second page is anthem Perfected writ mood In the perfect world I set the perfect mood And in perverted abodes, I claim rogue Enflame clothes and sing songs of underdepression love Chemical imbalanceship, paranoia My scientist fiction, I kick space raps that's down to Earth and The kids that get dubs are the only ones that wanna listen My words are my world, believe it or not they mean a lot to some Can't say that I'm ahead of time, I fear that my time will never come Can't exist outside the bottle, you'll crack under pressure No aggression, why they've got to learn If they don't things won't get any better Listenin' to God burn objects of animal animating In a still life picture of the La Brea tar pit Walking the surface of my red carpet These are distress signals spanning you and I Inversatile if anyone here's a soul survivor of a dying civilization A galaxy called integrity (In that belt called creativity) But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep warm By burning dead bodies smelling the beats and never cess So, um, you can walk the streets until the building no longer remains My people are my people, comrades, and allies, the lines are drawn This is my gold tank, everywhere I go don't belong I'm known by most, hated by many, endured by the rest Police in dead skin, I'm so East Well then why did I end up on the West??? Don't wanna sacrifice my cadence And sentence structure design of my rhymes, etc ANTICON, hip-hop music for the advancement of mankind More than an egomanical sarcastic label for a movement So when the chain still smells Like a million dead corpses and kerosene marching To burn down the walls of the village and storm the castle Run up the damsels Take 'em to the river, now we can spawn This ain't premillenium tension, it's the result of too much free time On dusty fingers, and it'll be a wonderful ride A million bleeding hearts composing prose in blood To live and die a thousand times
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Ever been to Hell? This is a black-and-white photo album outlines in increments The infrastructure is dead Instructed look at the scene of the massacre askin' for forgiveness No beggin' No degrading anybody, everybody's in the alleyway for the Sole cast ??? watch me rip it and mark my words in white chalk Gawking at reflections walking in insurrections getting bad ones This isn't spoken word, it's the reinvention of Sugar Hill Right now, your girl is transfixed upon my hips And this is Sole, and we're makin love right now So I don't need to take her to the hotel This is a love song, I pass out roses with the thorns in my flesh It's like these are groupies, I'm a mammal My whole life's a freestyle set The Earth's an orb in the sky, so nothing gets to my head The universe is my A&R, by the time I fall off, I'll probably dead It's been a long time since those mountain pipe dreams were stuffed in snow Now my culture's pierced, by the greatest accountance I've ever known It's nothing personal, hip-hop design has gotten vain So emcees I ain't feeling you, if I don't know your real name Hip-hop ain't dead, the industry's just wack And hip-hop is a thoroughfare Keep your sights set What do you wanna move, rappers, minds or posteriors? I'm still a fan, corporate insider, and brain nigga It's springtime we're the centaurs and people in grass skirts This is the verge, the melting point When your favorite emcees can't be lazy anymore This is psychopath, this is psych rap With violence, violence My life is stranded on an island with no food And beautiful women feeding my ego or what little is left No, this is gangsta rap and my shirt's unbuttoned We're stealing moments of brilliance in the limelights Choppin' up keys to break the floodgates Maybe this is instrumental hip-hop and I don't know when to shut up Or maybe this is turntable music Scratch the I's and I'll scratch yours Or what if this is honest music, and I mean every other word I say Don't take anything literal, out-of-context Just take it for what it is If you want labels, we can divide, I'll still be strong Bottom line it's all art (This is a good and a bad song)
(Chorus)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
