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Thunderous beats shake the ground underneath
Hundreds of feet that jump and leap and thump drunkenly
Beneath the trunks of people whoâve all come to see
Someone unbelievable, with a tongue to speak
With two lungs to breathe and a mind composed
To rhyme blindfolded on high vinyl ropes
And drive winding roads disinclined to doze
I wonât let my eyes close âtil itâs my time to go
As I find the signposts to keep me oriented
To keep me soaring into the morning with no resentment
To give me more incentive to get my stories printed
Ignoring poor intentions until this partyâs ended
Iâm sorry if youâre offended; just count to ten
And then bounce around when the record sound spins
Iâm out to move mountains with a fountain pen
And then step down proudly in the crowd and grin
Iâve been around the bend, and Iâm trying to make it back
To the only place I have where Iâm still safe at last
As I trace my path through this race of rats
All I taste is ashtrays, waste and trash
Every paycheque cashed represents my survival
I go from wet to dry as I flow; Iâm inter-tidal
My style has been stifled by my most intense rival
Who resides in my throat and prevents my arrival
At the end of this wide road, this Möbius strip
Itâs got me frozen stiff, lonely and sick
Until the moment I lift this microphone to my lips
Then every poem is a glimpse of a solar eclipse
As cold as the polar tips before greenhouse gases
I bring out raps at extremely loud bashes
âCause Iâve seen how fast people stream out of classes
Where senile bastards read from out the classics
My dreams outlast it; I stay in position
But my name is a prison and my goals remain distant
Iâm unable to make decisions between fame and wisdom
So my aim is missinâ and I just blame the system
I bitch and complain, fixinâ to quit payinâ my dues
Itâs a game I choose to play, and itâs okay if I lose
Say if I do, take two, another day in my shoes
Makinâ moves, breakinâ through; Iâm not afraid if I bruise
I create flavours and moods with wide brush strokes
And use subtle notes to describe crushed hopes
When knives cut throats, lives blood soaked
Eyes shut closed, I just float by such gross
Types of close-up descriptive images
And flip minute to minute âcause the script is limitless
Depictions of women and kids gripped in grimaces
Diminish in a mist as the fiction finishes
Pictures of innocence begin to evaporate
Iâve been too fascinated with tragic fates
To graduate, and I tend to exaggerate
In fact, let me navigate back to my happy place
Where friends congratulate and thereâs pleasure and pain
Sunny weather and rain, milk and honey, leisure and strain
Where the earth forever remains but itâs never the same
It just gets better with age like the veterans claim
As I sever the chains at the end of my noose
And let energies loose to get my enemyâs goose
Go ahead, send in the troops; just remember the truth
Everything loops back to the centreâs replenishing juice
- Album:
- Big Boy In Love
- The Canterbury Tales Remixed
- The Rap Guide to Evolution: Revised
- The Rap Guide to Business - EP
- The Rap Guide to Human Nature
- Rapconteur
- Apocalyptic Utopian Dreams In the Western Wilderness
- The Rap Guide to Evolution
- The Rap Canterbury Tales
- Lit Hop
- Swordplay
- The Rap Guide to Religion
- The Rap Guide to Medicine