hip hop
underground
underground hip hop
90s hip hop
90s
backpack
arsonists
the arsonists
who is freestyle
Lyrics
i rise
i fall
u need to reach and grab it
i run
i crawl
lazy with terrible habits
u see me
i see u
watchin me from a distance
u be me
i be u
i m sayin just for instance
i m comin
i m goin
but u don't wanna follow
fulfillin
on empty
feelin so sleepy hollow
i stand
i sit
feelin like it ain't worth it
i can
admit
that i was never perfect
but u were there for me, carefully
handle porcelain
and i was trippin & sippin
hold up...
pour some in
intoxicated, i m so damn faded
i m blending in
is there a doctor in the buildin
send him in
callin 9-11
fallin 9-11
get the picture, paparazzi
channel 9-11
unlucky winner no matter how u align the 7s
no casinos in heaven
damn... i m sayin
ur livin
i m dyin
ur givin up, i m tryin
ur laughin
i m cryin
the truth is underlyin
i m makin
ur takin
and every rule ur breakin
preparin for tsunamis after all the earth ur quakin
dark, light
dim, bright
width, height
gigabyte
black, white
makin sure its just right
left
out of breath
take a deep
no relief
how u spell it or inhale it doesnt matter
i m steppin and reppin for
those who tippin on the scale
the judgement go farther than libra, its written in braille
a dark knight with no christian bale, it's an epic fail
they rather see u either fucked up or dead or in jail
keep waitin to exhale
no oxygen, just box em in
fuck em i got lots of friends
my space
unlimited water, it's a fountain pen of youth in the booth
switchin it up
call me superman
jump off the roof
scientist
lex luthor, man...
ur faction
is fiction
my interaction is interdiction
fatal attraction summin up to affliction
retraction is restriction but ur actions lead to ur conviction
millionaire
u sure of ur final decision
i question
u answer
departure & arrival
remission
ur cancer
depart ur inner rival
i think ur needin a break
i m handin u the cast
i knew the gift wouldnt last
the present's now the past
i m losin what i m findin, findin what i m losin
shit's confusin like its all an illusion
bigger than figurin my path is only the half
keep doin the math by choosin the positive ur infusin
ur pushin, theyre pullin, the tug of war's takin its toll
upon ur deficit, the requisite is proven ur fucked
unless ur celibate, its definite
the battlefield's desolate
estimate is no survivors amongst cannivers
call me the skydiver