Weight. . as in heavy. . as in what ever you define as weight.
Story behind the song
No specific motivation here. . Just my reality. Technically this is the first song on a new project. . .
Lyrics
Weight by Sipho
A Naturally Dope Production
Verse One:
I am a man that can see never pretends to be
more than the man in me I be weather it land or sea
I breath the air the you do I still sit down go poo poo
but I could never do the things you do or that you choose to
I got a heart and my soul won't let me be a menace
wont let me be offensive if I spit it then I meant it
Not trying to be a penis these words are from my feelings
my codes is not Deviancy simply I am revealing
The inner essence of my presence I must mention
the suspension of intentions aimed at me and got me clenchin
This microphone and venom it gots me like a Geller
Sarah Michelle chopin my foes like a propeller
Or like some kung fu I will hunt your thought the middle
like the thread through the eye in the needle in you mental
This ain't no soup no sandwich this isn't Columbine
this isn't milk and cookies nookie it ain't Hammer time
This ain't no chemical reaction or a fraction
of the facts men bend lies blowin in the wind
You smile in the pictures you smile all the time
you smile on the outside every day I toe the line
Which you do you let protrude which mood can Sipho poke through
which truths about my soul has Sipho me I never told you
My blood is African to some that is offensive
from back lash to beat downs to bold new perspectives
Blunts bitches and women and too much liquor in my system
and the risen given me visions I view find the prison
No walls to hold me in time we slip
you see it's mind over matter for that everyday shiiiit
Hook:
Another day the same ol song I'm still breathin
nightmares got me believin that I'm a heathen
Gnawing like a baby teethin my palm reachin
along with my digitals I start squeezin
Off like the panties and the bra of a broad
who keeps it real in her mind but to us she is a fraud
People everyday I encounter get me pissed off
I carry this weight like a mutha fuckin rickshaw
Verse Two:
The content in this section kind of sticky like a Ju Ju
you can feel my force more than Anikan and Duku
United by words divided by ridiculous
this verbalist pause while I wonder what the purpose is
lack of satisfaction now I'm smackin my reaction
On your core just read me like I was closed caption
and that's when the ying and the yang start to blend
Why do all the scare faces exchange places
are you willing to die for all the large faces
Are you willing to kill regardless of the faces
are you willing to face the real you that is so faded
No one is born evil no one is born a saint
we all sit where we are because of choices that were made
Real life is non fiction real life is misery
the little victories lies and inconsistancies
I mix this up I'm an alchemist wordsmith
poet for the people without whom I'm worthless
My life it has a purpose sound the umbilical
carries all the verbals I write down and rip to you
Spit at you who be all soggy like some cereal
all of my material meant to slowly tear at you
Imagine if you would for a section of a moment
cuz I just broke it down into several components
Loneliness leaves a taste worse than bologna get
down on you knees give your soul to the holiest
Even with remote no you really cant control the Sips
smashing like a pumpin now we bumpin people throw your fists
Up in the air Rockit like your Rog Clemens
move like an Astro on a leash held by George Jetson
My skills there is no equal no easel
color is the contrast relax if you need to
Hook:
Another day the same ol song I'm still breathin
nightmares got me believin that I'm a heathen
Gnawing like a baby teethin my palm reachin
along with my digitals I start squeezin
Off like the panties and the bra of a broad
who keeps it real in her mind but to us she is a fraud
People everyday I encounter get me pissed off
I carry this weight like a mutha fuckin rickshaw