Looks Like It's Time Again
06/25/06 After a 3 month slump... Diz found some inspiration. Don't hate on the singing: I tried. Beat: Cire Beats (link in info.)
The illest music you'll ever hear.
Story behind the song
Beat: Cire Beats - Broke Bounce
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/pageartist.cfm?bandID=222318
Lyrics
Verse I:
It looks like it’s that time
Grab the mic off the shelf and dust it off, my friend
Never again, will you hear me say “I quit”
Never again, will you hear me give a shit
Cuase I’m tired of the fukin’ nonsense
I’m tired of puttin’ up a fence and tryin’ to keep people out
I’m tired of actin’ like something I’m not
Tired of the only fukin’ way to be heard is to shout
It’s ridiculous, the things we hear people say
Then let it affect the way that we act everyday
I just wish I could connect my fists
And pray to not exist and not be missed
By my friends and family and everyone around me
Even though they don’t mean to, they always drown me
I’m not trying to single anyone out
I’m just using this beat to think out loud
Chorus:
It looks like it’s that time again
Grab the mic off the shelf and dust it off, my friend
If you don’t wanna listen, then throw me out
If you just wanna hate, then shut your mouth
Verse II:
Been about 5 years since I started this shit
And it’s crazy, to look back at all the time spent
All the joys, the tears, the sweat and blood
All the collaborations, the alcohol, the bud
It’s like a nightmare that I can’t escape
Every time I hear a beat, I just wanna relate
To every single drum tap, piano and hi-hat
String, flute, synth, guitar riff and hand-clap
Almost overnight, my inspiration was lost
And overnight my material was drained
So when I woke up, I felt so exhausted
Lyrics went flat: creativity strained
Rain, no sunshine to be seen
Brain, flipped kinda like a magazine
Pain, kept you out like a fence or a screen
Rock and a hard place, I was stuck in between
Chorus
Verse III:
Taking four classes and can’t even pass
So I drop one, now I got three, lazy-ass
Cause I know kids that are taking five
And I know parents who would eat their children alive
If they brought home half the grades that I bring home
If they shut the textbook and picked up a microphone
Like I did, like I do, cause I always used to
Wanna be on stage and just go cuckoo
Fukin crazy, spittin’ rhymes till my mind’s hazy
And every chick in the audience want my baby
And maybe, it could still be a possibility
But daily it seems that nobody’s really feelin’ me
So I stopped, so I quit, fell into a pit
I can’t believe I let myself submit to all the shit
Should I stop my flow or continue to grow?
Time will tell, but for now, it’s on with the show…
Chorus
