Freeality At I'ts Finest Beat: SINIMA - Artificial http://www.soundclick.com/SINIMA
Some of the most underrated music to hit your Ears..
Lyrics
Guide The Lightning
I Grab the pen, open the book, and write of my sins...
Despite the End, I guess I'll never know the place to begin...
They gotta f*** ed up vision of the world we live in...
Like I can change the entire planet by the way I word a sentence...
Like when I carry all this weight, and never need myself a second...
To see a clear view of how my sickness is a blessin'...
How can I be the greatest, if I ant sellin' records?..
And all these downloads happenin' will keep my ass checkless...
This ain't nothin but another flow session..
How could the whole globe even know, a single Poe would be a weapon...
But check this, I wreck tricks, and melt lungs, they breathless...
Emcee's with held tongues ain't sh** , yeah, they're breakfast...
Still the years keep meltin' away...
I'm stuck in a cage, while on the runway without no wings...
It's like a knife keeps cuttin' my vain...
But, f*** , if I'm paid, I might as well live like I'm dyin today..
- Chorus -
They tellin' me to speak through words.. And reach you herbs...
Amaze with each new verse... And kill it til' I leave this earth...
Cuz' you ain't dead until you sleep in dirt...
I'm goin' feet first, grinnin' til' I see that hearse...
Anyone who would see me, would say that the dude is beastly...
He's all systems go, with power levels increasing..
Sickest motherf*** er on the microphone preaching...
F*** money, I'll pile my raps up to the ceiling...
Still teaching these be-ings, to sheet speech with fee-ling...
And never stop defeating... Every minute that you are breathing...
Now I understand the need to go and superman that hoe...
But why choose to be sh** ty and have no talent in your flow?...
So dear Lord, appear forth, and let me spill my clean heart...
Everytime I'm in this booth, I feel so free from all these retards...
I'm Midas on this golden mic, so hold the light...
While I spit heat, stay frozen, and speak it like a poet writes...
Sick witted and marijuana scented...
I stay gifted, the sh** I say leaves paint lifted...
Never b*** in', eventhough life has thrown me lemons..
so acidic, thanks for listenin' to me kill it....
- Chorus -
They tellin' me to speak through words... And reach you herbs...
Amaze with each new verse... And kill it til' I leave this earth...
Cuz' you ain't dead until you sleep in dirt...
I'm goin' feet first, grinnin' til' I see that hearse...
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