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"Bottled"- Contendaz and Anthrax
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Contendaz and Anthrax rippen this topic. Just a collaboration of two passifists trying to let somethings of their chest. Start nodding your head now.
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Peak #12,715
Peak in subgenre #8,067
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Contendaz and Anthrax
Rights
@2002
Uploaded
December 05, 2002
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MP3 5.3 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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Contendaz: I can’t hold it back no more, when I ponder back and forth/ I gotta lay it out on the floor// It gets stored, to the back of my mind and loosed/ Until a rainy day lets it out, it attacks my force// Mentally draining, plaguing my mind, insaning my time/ So I’ma try and relive myself by reciting this rhyme// Enticing my mind, feelings of unexciting sublime/ A bottle of aged problems is plaguing my mind// Now a days, I can’t really seem to think clearly/ I should’ve said something to reveal my feelings// Or keep it inside on the shelf of hopeless thought/ My environment seems like a constant taunt// A pacifists front with antagonistic thoughts/ I gotta let out and put it out on the front// When home alone, I scream at the loudest of tones/ Then make my voice quiet when I pick up the phone// My outer shell shows confidence, but that’s preposterous/ I want you to believe the most obvious// Inside me I know it’s time to let it out/ But I put it off for 5, and leave it in doubt// Then I pull myself together and try to confess/ But I swallow my tongue to the back of my neck// I gotta say something, it continues eating my heart/ It’s not really my choice that I leave you out in the dark// I let every right moment slip right by me/ A lack of courage, builds up my anxiety// I gotta let it known, before you slip away/ But I’ll tell you tomorrow, today’s not the day// Maybe it’s just that there’s too much fear in me/ Or maybe it’s all of my inherited insecurities// All I wanted to say, fell right through/ Please listen to me now, there’s something I gotta tell you// I wanna confess, I wanna let it off my chest/ I wanna go to bat, but I stay on deck// This problem forever makes my heart swell/ I have to get it off my chest like a thousand pound barbell// Anthrax: It’s part-hell// The way I’m livin, and sinning-in-mind, I’m spittin-in-rhymes, everythin I’m tired of grippin-inside my heart’s-shell// If cards-tell// My future then everythin I’m used-to’s gon’ remain true-for as long as I’m sutured in this dark-cell// I spark-yells wit my emotions, but keep em trapped-in-close// I rap-wit-hope…that the shit I spit will keep my hands from wrapping-throats// My pencil’s stratchin-notes, like chain-smoking-singers// I go to open my mouth, but get the wrong feelin, like lame,-broken-fingers// I aim-choke-and-linger, whenever I go to say-somethin// I say-nothin, like my tongue’s a victim to my consciousness’s dictum, my heart’s part of my minds prey,-huntin// Everythin I wanna say-inside, but then to my dismay-decide// To delay-and-hide, behind my smiles while my thoughts rape-my-mind// I hate-my-eyes, and the vision I see wit-em in the mirror// Most of the time, I won’t even go near-em// Cause I’m pacifist bastid-wit battered-wits// Maskin-shit, I laugh-and-sit, on my last-of-wits, when I really just wanna smack-this-bitch// My mind’s racin fast,-slow…-shit, it’s hazardous// You can feel the passion that I’m rappin-wit// You laugh-and-shit, but you don’t know the half-of-it// The way declinin to speak my mind, brings joy to my pain like masochists, at the same time make me feel like trash-bins-it’s// Cause my mind’s fast-wit-fists, but my mouth’s-too-slow, I’m bout-to-blow// My exteriors-calm, while my interior’s-bomb just wanna…shout-explode// Foul mouth-this-hoe…but I, swallow-my-tongue, fast-to-sit-back// My feelins ring hollow-like-lungs, dead from asthma-attacks// Cause these emotions flow like water-in-song// But all wrong, face to face it’s like I’m cornered-by-dogs// Scared, I hate this place, like court I’m ordered-by-law// To hate debate, berate but when I go to say-it, my tongue’s slaughtered-by-saws// So instead you’ll be receiving-the-rhyme, I’m leavin-behind// Say what you’ll say, but I’m finally just speakin-my-mind//
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