Lord Hysider & Fore throws down, hiphop style.
lord hysider
Story behind the song
My environment
Lyrics
I'm getting sick to my stomach
The way I see hip-hop is running
all about fucking and gunnin
like thuggin is fun shit
Nigga who you run with
I'm Hysided to I die,
I'm over you knuckle heads
That why I remain high
I hope my words spread like the blue in the sky
you proove what you try
stop dodging the truth and abusing a lie
My brains swoops through the sky
cause I preach music from the eye
now Thats abstract from foolishness guy
life like chess, make a wrong move and you die
all truths lies inside a pen
so fuck blunts
I smoke the paper with the lead I be writing with
or cramming my knowledge of thoughts inside a quiet kid
You only hyper and tough only with ya click you be riding with
My hearts cold but preserve like food inside a fridge
my flow is nasty but good for you like foods of dietry
nigga so quit trying me, you must lust at eyeing me
there is no place to run in the streets of foreclosure
I live in a place where story has no moral
where a wasted face exchanges money for oral
Life's a stand still but I keep in motion like oil
everyday is turmoil
I feel like the devil sitting on society's cold shoulders
I fight my own battles so fuck you and ya lawyers
thats my answer for ya
now back to the voyage
my word is bond and the strongest cuz I'm always on them
even as a seed It broke me through my daddy's condom
I ain't an athletes but in the streets It like 100 miles I'm running
and dodging, ducking, diving and jumping
it makes you wonder
How can I make it in a please so deceased
where it's cool to follow what you see
so basically I'm here to preach it ain't easy being me
This is Hyside, pass the mic to Fore let him spit his speech