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Complex lyrics often deep meaning. I like to speak on politics and the Illuminati, but also like a good flex tune with a battle feel.
I'm an MC from the UK - My main focus is to impress with the complexity of my rhymes whilst maintaining coherency within my concepts.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #5,493
Peak in subgenre #2,949
Author
MC²
Uploaded
March 22, 2006
Track Files
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MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 2:58
Lyrics
I spit these tales to lift the veil
On my life but it’s like I miss the nail
Who’s head I mean to hit but fail
Trailin’ off on the track down a different trail
Emotions hidden in the rhythm an’ the words I rap
An’ the past doesn’t matter when I wear this mask
You could see me every day but never know me
Ever lonely often it makes me melancholy
You’d never know see it’s not somethin’ I let control me
Steppin’ boldly ‘cause I know success aint owed
Gonna rock my shows an’ be the next to blow see
I speak an’ deliver my message slowly
Am I mad the answers to the questions no
I’m on the limit an’ my sanity’s the next to go
My heart’s left in the cold like an Eskimo
Spittin’ out my flows about the stress to cope
In the shower singin’ songs about festivals
Bless the water as I spit my impressive poems
Don’t let depression mould or stress effect my soul
I set my goals higher than the rest to get the gold
I get this pressure off my chest, de-stress an’ let it go
Unless it grows into a demon to possess my soul
Every day wakin’ up to a fake smile
The same lies beamin’ out of these same eyes
The shame hides I deny where the blame lies
Retained pride my pain hides in the same guise
It’s lame I know that I can’t even face my
Mistakes why? sometimes I just hate life
It shapes my perception but it breaks my
Spirit I’ve got a shredded soul an’ flayed mind
Out of place like straight guys in the gay times
Or like vampires walkin’ in the day light
I’m scared of my feelin’s cos they might
Be the reason for the demons that plague my
Mind every day time when I spray rhymes
Into the page to bind them like a caged lion
As fate winds I write words to relay my
Basic day to day an’ light the page to flames
The music fades away to a shade of grey
The only trace that’s left is the tape I’ve made
An’ the aftermath from when the tape is played
At night I stay awake with a vacant gaze
Sprayin’ pages of phrases to say ‘em on stages
Amaze the throng way beyond alien races
Like Vulcans on Star Trek with laser gun phasers
Or races from ages gone makin’ a plane
Masons takin’ on nations an’ makin’ ‘em slaves
I’m so way beyond them that I made this song
On the day that Madonna was eighty one
An’ how sick is this beat it makes my lyrics stick to it seem
Addictive when you listen to me like nicotine fiends
Listeners find it difficult to witness a free
Without stiffenin’ victims of the sickness I bleed
Some say the sickest mc spittin’ but I know different
Sick enough sure but sayin’ sickest isn’t fittin’
In fact it’s dissin’ mcs sicker than me
Whose flows an’ delivery are slicker an’ sweet
But yo I know I’m better than a kick in the teeth
An’ at shows there’s plenty hoes to giggle at me
Sycophants with fake smiles who blabber crap
Who watched eight mile an’ think they like battle rap
I just stagger backwards an’ babble back a bladdered passage
What I manage barely ever passes as language
Like I’m rappin in Greek an’ Latin sandwiched in Spanish
About a man who’s mad like mans with brain damage
Who take acid in eighths create panic at wakes
With satanic black magic an’ a manacled slave
Who’s a cannibal like Hopkins in his Hannibal days
Sorry it’s hard to follow when I ramble an’ rave
Some people can’t take it an’ they handle it strange
They stop tearin’ the roof off an’ dismantle the stage
So back to the matter at hand an average man
Who never managed to have what matters to man
An’ never lived life precisely by the visitors guide
Guided by his third eye an’ inquisitive mind
Which has helped him survive through some difficult times
He’s been miserable admittedly but this is his life
He couldn’t just sit back while it’s slippin’ him by
So he gets back up an’ then he’s grippin’ a mic
Spittin’ the rhymes until they all stick in his mind
The shit is refined an’ it all fit’s in in time
Over the beat poetry flowin’ sweet on the track
Slam my lyrics on the beat like some meat on a rack
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