Premastered Demo version of upcoming song from the album 'Years of Rain'. Available at http://www.yearsofrain.net
Hip-Hop is my atomic weight and blood type.
"it's unreal the illusions they cast/ but i'm proven to illuminate the truths of the past/ my crew is fluent in gab, for fools too stupid to grasp, we got the blues that carve the brand new, grooves in ya ass..." -Meta of make.a.virus
Story behind the song
From Khemmeta's album, "Years of Rain"
Available at http://www.yearsofrain.net
Lyrics
all around me is the language of lost hope
try to keep the skull skyward til
i'm just a fossil
the final apostle, tryna spread the gospel
that the love
will bring us back to where our dreams made our thoughts gold
buried under
struggles to make nice from the awful
breathing's not a privledge, take your
breaths by the potful!!!
anyone that tell's you different, tell them their
loss though
let the suffocators be the hate that you not hold
release that
stress, breathe through chest and see
steps to the mountaintop, and straight
rep the peak
and scream obscenities to cleanse the phlegm away from your
lungs
keep it visibly to bathe unworthy fibs from your tounge
simplicity, is
a gamble that bets, the day's sunny
cause luck isn't just a pest that has
honey
and love isn't just a sex trade for money
but everything i've said is
jest, now that's funny
not funny haha, but funny kinda strange
how the brain
hurdles into any brickwall in rain
sometimes i like to draw a smileyface on
top of your pain
so the sharks don't taste the blood, when the laugh's too
strained
not funny like an accident, but funny like a tragedy
wear whichever
pants you feel releases you from gravity
wear whichever mask you feel
articulates your piety
cuz jumping off the bridge is the twin brother to
anxiety.
so you can look right through me, i'm a pane of glass
or a single
drop of rain freefalling only to crash
splash back upwards, hopes are
dashed
dark clouds slow, long term overcast.
look right through me. i'm a
B-movie.
cult classic: my imperfections make me gloomy.
couldn't see the true
me, caught too much glare
thought i was transparent. apparantly, you never
knew me.
the sun rises early as i'm setting to bed
a little rest for my
head, there ain't no breath for the dead
best to rep why i'm blest, and
ignore the subtle curses
my pace can be slow, but patience is where my worth
is
patience is my virtual sheild, i slow the impact
of emotional incursions
as they trample my heels
i keep going, never heard of drought, i keep
flowing
flooded every morning by these words that need growing
plant them,
water and feed, concur the needs
doctor til they flower and they open their
leaves
and my primary concern has been to cultivate these
and i can only be
me, until they told me to leave. leaves,
banished from my home, was expelled
from my dwelling
straight fired from my home now retiring the moans
cause my
home's been sold, been told to know ledge
hands outstretched, defy gravity's
pull
now that's comedy, divine in fact, align the map
to try to redefine
where the line is at
between pure sanity, and the mindless track
between the
auto "yessir" and "i'm fine with that"
because they'll fine the claps right
outta freeform applause
standardize standing ovations with robot paws
monkey
wrench to reboot machine, set it on pause
cause my throat's too thin for the
caress of the claws
so you can look right through me, i'm a pane of
glass
or a single drop of rain freefalling only to crash
splash back upwards,
hopes are dashed
dark clouds slow, long term overcast
look right through me
i'm a B-movie
cult classic: my imperfections make me gloomy
couldn't see the
true me, caught too much glare
thought i was transparent. apparantly, you
never knew me.
