One fine afternoon...
Lyrics
one fine afternoon, my family gather at my grandparnets house for dinner.
I did my usually snooping around upstairs in the attic and stumbled
across a violin. I called for my grandpa. he came up and
told me about his old
musical days. I asked him to play me a tune and he played me this
this violin sample reminds of the days
where I use spin vinyl, within my classical phase
now I write verse after verse flow hard with text
I organize my thoughts its called the mozart affect
made a passion from a talent, can`t the stop the rapping
weither I be on the stage or in my grandfathers attic
its about the connection that you feel within the spirit
of yourlsef and the music, thats why I flex lyrics
the next note is plucked, while I bless flows
and such, so I let hope give up, till threshold is won
the dark room is lit with candles and lanterns
by Baroque music in the land of after
rap virtuso, thats why I speak the style
yall cant see me, blowing flows through a refer clowd
cause only heaven knows if you could see me now
let it all out within the dream of a child
cause its like that, you know its like that
I got the classical vibes on a tight track
but realize there a way that you could write back
because I write it so deep you wanna like that
daaammn...I never relaized that calassical music sometimes can just
describe the way you rfeel in your soul.
time and time again I watch the day slip away
change my direction as desinty switches lanes
thats it right there...dont stop grandpa
the sun rises everyday, as I find it displays
a lie that I hate, my demise I debate
cause these eyes have a way to surprise my escape
I will time the Shurade, and climb out to save
the historiens, the intellects that had it all wrong
cause the spirit of the world has been singing its song
we`ve searching and looking and learning but not seeing
that the real beast is us, just waiting for the evening
am I dreaming of the answer that I really wanna hear
or have I gone past my limit, had one too many beers
the questions keep rolling, my life keeps sliding
everyday I reach someone new through my rhyming
but the writing gets deeper and deeper and deeper
deep enough that my head is no longer a secret
there aint a way that I could conceive my beliefs
until the dream will speak realistically of me
as I finished rhyming over grandpas tune..supper was ready
he shared his last words with me and we went downstairs.
Grandpas dream will probably live forever up in that attic.