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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,457
Peak in subgenre #788
Author
Tamir Smith
Uploaded
May 28, 2011
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.6 MB • 128 kbps • 3:53
Story behind the song
My reintroduction to the world
Lyrics
Verse #1
I’m searching for Tamir but only seem to find the Kro/
In all honesty he’s the only self I want to know/
To him I owe all my confidence accomplishments/
Overcame my awkwardness without him I’d feel lost as sh** //
Cockiness? Yet I’m not sure what you heard/
Not the first person hating cause he speaks in the third/
Quite absurd the wait in which he holds his words/
Met him back in nine-nine when that mental growth occurred/
Some say disturbed, the enlightened saw his talent/
In an atmosphere so fake he was trying to find his balance/
Like the scales of libra, met a libra wish he hadn’t/
Had a chance to change the future with his flow before he vanished//
Vanquished misconceptions on the methods most had mastered/
Must-he muster up the gall to conform to these standards?/
Ignoring this bastards and marching to his own drummer/
20-11 he swore that he would own summer//
[Hook]
Welcome to the search like we’re playing where’s waldo/
But no red stripes red dreds the mans called-kro/
Also I seem to have lost Tamir/
Because everytime my lips move Kronos is who I hear//
Welcome to the search like we’re playing where’s waldo/
But no red stripes red dreds the mans called-kro/
Also I seem to have lost Tamir/
Because everytime my lips move Kronos is who I hear//
Verse #2
I’m searching for the Kro but only seem to find Tamir/
In all honesty he consistently disappears/
Could it be the dissing peers?/
The quest for love and the missing years?/
The stressful nights and the blissful tears.
Fears by the fistful and the distant jeers/
In an instant clear thoughts radiate/
Born for this since I was four back in eighty-eighty/
I’ve had a lengthy wait but it was self-incurred/
My current station in life? Was well deserved/
I’ve got hell to serve on a hot plate/
All my progress due to work ethic this was not fate/
Hit the lost and found late walked away empty handed
My self-worth ransacked by vandals and bandits/
My bands been vandalizing there chances I’ve had it/
Wax romantic grow old with the n*** s you ran with/
Can it and understand you set your own standards/
[Hook]
Welcome to the search like we’re playing where’s waldo/
But no red stripes red dreds the mans called-kro/
Also I seem to have lost Tamir/
Because everytime my lips move Kronos is who I hear//
Welcome to the search like we’re playing where’s waldo/
But no red stripes red dreds the mans called-kro/
Also I seem to have lost Tamir/
Because everytime my lips move Kronos is who I hear//
Verse #3
I’m searching for either ego neithers egos in attendance/
Just the empty shell of a man who won’t relinquish/
Bitter memories of ADHD and pinkslips/
Marquette left it’s imprint and in turn the way I think-split/
Battles with myself, trying to alter my personas/
Combine them into one to alleviate the trauma/
Proceeded with pride and honor kept my head up and shoulders back/
Self-taught bet I read up just to know the facts/
Well these cats spit poppycock and boulder dash/
Teenage parent syndrome who’d believe I’d grow up fast/
Knew facades wouldn’t last found myself and stopped searching/
Penned a thousand flows now I’m no longer hurting/
No longer working twice as hard to please the next man/
Looking for success and the chance to express plans/
Awoken refreshed and rejuvenated with a vision/
Tamir and Kronos breaking bread accomplished mission//
[HOOK]
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