This is my very first track posted up on the internet. Beat is courtesy of Rock It Productions.
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Story behind the song
I like to play around with words a lot, but to a point where it's gonna make some sense. I totally ripped it up on this track with mad persistence and rhyme.
Lyrics
Live and learn to burn the fake away as the world turns
Earnin' stripes in heaps of battle, straighten y'all up like perms
The microphone is like a germ--it's making me ill
Verbally sharper than a quill, firing at will
Still I instill and fill a mental with the words from the wise
Young bodies, Old Sols that are still on the rise
Arise and play the eardrum to the likes of a verse
Immersed into this to disperse a rare gift and a curse
Orchestrating twenty-six letters into masterpieces
Weak is opposite of strength, doesn't take a master thesis
To configure, figure will your brain interpret and process the information to decipher ciphers
Like Mekhi Phifer, put you in the ER, lyrically we are
Not what we eat--wack rappers taking it too far
Tryin' too hard and still not knowin' who the hell you are
The only way for to be phat's chewin' on lard
Like Vin Diesel--A Man Apart from spittin' weak lines
I Knockaround Guys with The Fast and Furious rhymes
Assigned to sign my life away with each and every line
Aligned to rhyme and work the mind to find a way to define
The fine line between word play and lyrical sense
That still I make among The Chosen Few that I represent
Even horizon if you can't see the light that give
But not bear through this state of the art that we live
Sparkin' up some more fire, lyrical killa for hire
Admire verbal attire that travels through mic wires
Inspired by cheats and liars who trigger my fuel emission
Addition to ill editions into my lyrical mission
Admission you get by dissin', by then, you gotta listen
Not missin', even dismissin' the lyricism I christen
Workin' The Angles like Babu and Iverscience
And Evidence of defiance is in heavy compliance
With The Chosen Few alliance, it's goin' down like Mike
Shinoda, the force is with me like Yoda, don't get it twisted like Yoga
Get a load o' more o' my powerful aura
Pyrotechnically destructable like Soddham and Gomorrha
Killin' off original sinners that hither and slither
With inner wishes of turnin' me to the opposite of winner
Quitters don't win, winners don't quit--that's it
Be fit, have wits, and take hits, you won't be stepped in like shit
I got more than the whole nine yards, I do the 8 Miles
Like Slim, versatile, hostile with styles
That are numerous, with a flow comin' from below
Blow the comp to unknown territories to grow
Lyrically and mentally, meant to leave essentially
Sentimentally inflicted wounds eventually are meant to be
A part of tearin' you apart right from the start
Rappas are gassed up like farts when I bring the art
In its true form, warned you have been of the storm
That'd have all feeble people torn soon as I was born