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Yesh (LeggoE) and Arkamedes (Scratch Apostle) on the verses, Carie M. with the chorus.
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One of two humble servants of the Song of Songs, known collectively as Fil.a.ment. Transparent, concious hip-hop music from the heart. Fresh sonic production fr
One-half of the crew "Fil.a.ment", Leggoe scribbles and dribbles verses of liberty and mixes sound signals like circuitry for the Live shows with his partner in rhyme, Scratch Apostle. Current acting CEO of LeggoELAND Productions.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #909
Peak in subgenre #495
Author
J. Covert
Uploaded
August 04, 2007
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MP3 3.7 MB • 256 kbps • 4:03
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Tired J. Covert, M. Morrison, C. Morrison ~ Verse ‘1’ ~ I’ve been tired since I woke-up, awoken to a choke-hold that low blows the po folk and the underestimated whose goals get screened with smoke... and choke from policies of promise underfunded and outdated elated to find the latest in late-breaking reality-numbing sanity-dulling - “handin’ me sumthin’ in a needle?” mad [mad] that it had to be something illegal- It has to be the one thing we need though A free-flow of clean hope that bleeds through the fabric of the façade of cheap hoes and C-notes Let me catch my breath I’ve been tired since I found out there’s one last death. One last meth? One last test. One last sense- A milia needin a temporary fix or irie on a red-eye Sky-high and care-free over air seas of life like Amelia. Fatigue sets in, heats’ testin’, see best friend Let in from the chest in, cavity collapse Hearts’ Armageddon to the mind synapse In laps and laps, and quantities of cycles, I churn worry like milk in a vatted mind... (CHORUS) I’m tired... ~ Verse ‘2’ ~ I’m tired of bein’ lonely, dancin’ alone Sittin’ at home while outside waits with my hand on the phone. Lone Prone – while my peace is in pieces apart [footwork marred] how do I boogie with a broken heart. restart a tattered battery needin’ a start see that lead role and my tired life plays the part I’m tired [tired] of bein that man on fire, That man unhired, that man that’s fired that man rewired for eternal degrees Energies transform to form pure pedigrees [I agree] Healing needed to defeat the disease remeding with ease, eating and repeating with these. equations were faced with laced with hatred Truth helps but it’s hated and forsaken in our basements In our basements it’s forsaken and hated till it’;s deflated The truth is the truth hurts, and it’s erased from the faces [The truth is the truth hurts, and it’s erased from the faces] [grace is amazing, transcends clocks and spaces...] so let your grace fall . . . like rain and let your peace take . . . my pain (4x) and I rest.
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