Free download
D. Cyf.
holla at ya boi
Song Info
Genre
Charts
#148,269 today
Peak #1,051
#92,499 in subgenre
Peak #564
Author
D. Cyfer
Rights
Promo
Uploaded
August 25, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Perfectin' a sight, protectin' intersections of light
I’m countin blessins, my weapon soley rests in a knife
Its less than a strife but more than a struggle
So tell me that my... prodigy’s gotta be next to a juggle
Cause I’m goin up and down and it burns, now that it turns
Into a livin thats givin a crown of concern
I hit the ground and I learn, I’m just right the page that I’m recitin
...Or in my insight in a sage or of a titan?
I’m born to release a form of a beast
Who causes and intellectual storm when he speaks
Heart is torn and its deep, and I accepted the truth
Expectin this youth to overcome oppression and POOF...
He’s gone..... and now I’m at my pivotal gates
Its pitiful, individual with critical fates
An analytical based mind is finished as I take rhymes
...To create Fine Riddle Escapes
They told me to take the mic again and speak on my life of sin
..Growing increasingly religious when I write my hymns
Life is confusing, abusing me and I’m losing
Try’na find myself in clouded mist....still I doubted this
Vision that I was seeking would ever come in reality
Directors of a tragedy simply sung a fatality
...And when the music reached my ears I’m broken
Your cousin was killed Ryan, my fears had spoken
See the riddle is this.. What is foundedly cherished
Unfortunate, but at the same time its bound to be perished
You embrace it at points, don’t wanna face it at times
And I’m escapin from this riddle by the grace of my rhymes
.....I’m takin my lines and craft em to fit this riddle...
Thats the only way my past can exist
And I’ve been asked to assist the people try’na escape
But do it directly, been there who would expect me
....Searchin a person who’s lurkin within a certain individual
Who’s mirrored in the face of reflection
Escape a confession....There’s a vacant detection of his internal,
External shows the basic progression
Running from somethin, the option is evasion
Eventually mentally it will stop him and enslave him
A cagin...of his rage it’s released and I’m broken
Spoken, flee from this riddle but it teaches devotion
It can reach in and open the oppurtunities, immunity
To pain is a fantasy, its reign is a canopy
It’s sits higher desire the lane of insanity
For any and every man who came in the land of he..
This riddle is the base of all oppression
I’m guessin that its inevitable, condemnin is a blessin
The endin? Not a question it will come in its time
To often I find myself wishin it run into mine
I’ve been one to define riddles and say I found the pocket
Not really a mystery I just play around the topic
A rocket...catastrophic if one day I’m bound to stop it
This riddle keeps me blinded ‘till I’m layin down my optic
...Every person on earth’s stuck with this riddle
Some highly prosper within it, some end up in the middle
And others, they get smothered by the pain it invests
If anything, I swear this riddle came as a test
It’s given to us from our first breath, emergin in light
Energy began to surge in it right
A conservative hype curvin to the surgeons delight
And the urge in him might serve as a diversion to fright
.....If you ain’t understandin it yet, I am in distress
Until the meaning simply lands in ya chest
Your brain functions, your veins pumpin
Your lungs respirating, social security and your named somethin
I couldn’t make it any more clear, rake it
And shape it, interpretate it, many doors here, take it
It’s basic, escapin in a zone of contemplation
I’m known in my home a tone without the patience
I’m through with this riddle, and I’ve grew in it little
Between its opposites I might be found subdued in the middle
Attendin it and tryin, and fail in it quick
So The Tail Of The Split, it was the end of it for Ryan.......
Comments
The artist currently doesn't allow comments.
