Nostradamus - In my stride
Track 4 --- Beat by "Foundation Unit". Track was written mid 05. So its an oldie... Thought I'd throw it on the tape anyway... Enjoy.
Australian rapper, gold coast based. Living hip hop through rap and graffiti.. Boom. Enjoy my page. Thankyou very much for listening.
This is a 2006 production of a mixtape called 'Nostradamus - From the dawn of time'. I was 19 at the time, had loads of fun making it, hope you have loads of fun listening to it.
Thanks.
Lyrics
"In my stride"
Ever since my youth
I been known to brake the rules
At times I'ma fool, I never listened in school
I was pissed at the system, leave me alone & its cool
I'd never miss em
What kept me sane-- is a dope beat, scripting these writtens
& fuck norms, my style isnt needing assistance
Fequent depictions of a warrior at peace with religion
I'll be my own man-- Standing on my own two feet
Till I reach my death bed laying on blood soaked sheets
Intreigued by powerful speech, more than words in a song
I analyse the world we need a cause or purpose re-born
Compleatly worn-- At times I'm feeling hopeless
You know this-- being broke aint a joke kid, full blown pain is potent
So my flow games in motion, I step into order
I need drugs, sex & cash to keep my head above water
Stayin ruthless, in every song, sticking to true shit
I believe we can break the cycle & my missions to prove this
(Repeat x2)
Fuck sales-- I'm out goin hard for respect
While major contracts set up to keep the artist in debt
Pass me the weap- Mic check, well all make it in time
So this mother fucking rap shit, I take in a stride
Dont ask me why-- trouble follows me, jus bustin & cussin
Getting high & writing rhymes to make something from nothing
Like rakim I been a fiend since long before my teens
Smoking weed was a way to release & find my peace
I had to breathe, my money came from maticulous schemes
& the books that I read, gave me my vision & speech
They call me problem child, some people told me I'd fail
If I had a doller for every time they said I'd end up in jail
I'd be a rich man, but fuck that-- your lookin at the underdog
For months jus lost, steady struggle on, till I'm up & gone
Re-born, with balance what kept me from goin bezerk
Is theres a million people out there thats goin through worse
I put it down for em this music is what brings us together
& if you need a friend, I'll be there-- no matter the weather
Stand back with ya head up & learn lessons from failed attempts
Stress to progress in this prevelant quest, remember the blessed
Who never let us regress who kept it clever & fresh
Todays just a projection of yesterday's evident test
Its just the hand life dealt, you got an ace, then ya right
Follow my lead, fuck the drama-- its to take in our stride
(Repeat x2)
Fuck sales-- I'm out goin hard for respect
While major contracts set up to keep the artist in debt
Pass me the weap- Mic check, well all make it in time
So this mother fucking rap shit, I take in a stride
See sometimes, life is like a fucked up proposition
Born to defend existence
With a curse of death for living
My mission is move machinery with intricate pistons
Elevation of man kind, linguistics can bring a difference
Its business, & I’m a ruthless mother fucker so listen
I invision vicious inflictions constricting religions
You bitches, need to get with the program
With a weapon in both hands
Mic kept on a chrome stand
Set to go BLAM!! (Explosion sound)
Man—Lifes a sham the publics a poor sucker
More fucked up than four truck sluts on raw drugs bruz
I bust, & spit well, cause cunts I seen hell
My lifestyles poor & dangerous like big L
Fuck if my shit sells
My intel is infinite so picture this
Descriptive dissident lyricist scripting deliberate images
Fuck the world---till it finishes
Never remain oblivious, talking war with evidence
In all my sentences, I represent…
The evolution of art—the culture of hip hop
As it steps to move on the charts
I rip the future apart, its all been visualized
A wise man knows he knows nothing
Walking in his stride
(Repeat x2)
Fuck sales-- I'm out goin hard for respect
While major contracts set up to keep the artist in debt
Pass me the weap- Mic check, well all make it in time
So this mother fucking rap shit, I take in a stride
