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well im kinda new to this...been writing for only about 6 months ish and audio like only just started...
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Peak #1,001
Peak in subgenre #523
Author
StingeR
Uploaded
December 26, 2004
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MP3 5.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
wrote it cos the beat was cool. and its a topic im feeling.
Lyrics
yo
you gotta keep your head up man
shits always tryin ta to bring ya down
keep your fuckin head up
struggles keep me grounded like a ball and chain
while haters try to halt me like a wall of flame
falter my opinions until not what they used to be
displace thoughts until theres no congruency
abhorrence sinks in like fangs of parasites
making your head start to hang like stalactites
at times a valid option seems like suicide
but those dark corners are where haters do-reside
the pressure can be felt shrouding closing around
destroy the barrier by dousing hosing it down
u gotta force yourself to keep your head up
suddenly progressing like your own feet were sped up
opress the passionate sensation of renunciation
wait for better times and live out the undulations
gotta look beyond the failures and jealousy
and rise above the motherfuckin hate that envelopes me
(Jon D)
We got our heads up,
All year round we rhyme frees /
Like the tallest pine trees, /
With immense presence
we find kids eyes are blind or ever green,/
who define me as writin what they've seen/
yet appear to be in
in a battle against hygeine/
We stupidly kept it clean
As more poor kids appear/
Dirty fear try to mime me, cause they wish they were here/
30 near and far, mimick, tryin to be as grimey/
time's been kind as our mind's stay supreme/
punches lined up like armies, meaning/
We'll harm people just the way we scatter MCs/
With their chitter chatter,
Like throwin snakes at babies
Seen depleteing, this is their fate that they're meeting/
seatin y'all down just to pay attention/
won't say your name just to gain you a mention/
prevention of destruction, puttin push to tension/
Can't feel the shit we spat, is your brain compact
I'm exact as I axe away all who try match
You'd get slapped, beat down your neck cracked
Retallitate we're puttin both your faces in your lap
Too quick to distract so we adjust the facts
You ain't even act like on the mic you're relaxed
Are you fit for rap? Cause your voice just detracts
Fans ain't listenin no more, you gotta fix the traps
Or hit the sack, as we retire you
Decline opposition even tho we fired you
Revise our position before we hire you
Cause ain't nobody in the world gainin my dues
Too few feel the pain, so we crucify all who can't
On the mic or through the textual chants
til the only thing left in this world are our fans/
and if that means only me, well I'll be damned/
i find myself like tupac praying for better days
to illustrate my struggle, display and get praise
these exertions and versions each has their own
my numbness torn like by dogs to meat at the bone
licking flames of disdain gradually torture me
my senses growing colder than slabs at the mortuary
now that when wandering eyes of malice stare at me
deeper affecting inscriptions are a rarity
detrimental voices always speaking after me
so i try to keep bold like a graffiti masterpiece
listening to haters builds the mosaic of mistakes
so rise above the regression trace your own fate
keep faith in yourself when all angles against you
and remain intact dont let the vandals deface you
when suggestions of success appear paradoxical
keep your head held high and destroy any obstacle
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