Peep the style and the kids checking for it. The number one question is. How could you ignore it. We drop right back in the cut. Over basement tracks. With raps that got you backing this up like. (rewind that). We’re just rolling with the rhythm. Rise from the ashes of the stylistic division. With these non-stop lyrics of life living. Not to be forgotten. But still unforgiven. But in the meantime there are those who wanna. Talk this and that. So I suppose it gets to a point. Feelings gotta get hurt. And get dirty with the people spreading the dirt. (It goes). Try to give you warning. But everyone ignores me. (Told you everything loud and clear). But nobody’s listening. Call to you so clearly. But you don’t want to hear me. (Told you everything loudu and clear). But nobody’s listening. I got a. Heart full of pain.Head full of stress. Handfull of anger. Held in my chest. And everything left is aw aste of time. I hate my rhymes. (But I hate everyone else’s more). I’m riding on the back of this pressure. Guessing that it’s better. I cant keep myself together. Because all of this stress. Gave me something to write on. The pain gave me something. I could set my sights on. You never forget the blood sweat and tears. The uphill struggle over years. The fear and the trash talking. And the people it was to. And the people that started it. Just like you. I got a. Heart full of pain. Head full of stress. Handful of anger. Held in my chest. Uphill struggle. Blood, sweat and tears. Nothing to gain. Everything to fear. (Coming at you).
recycled riot · Sun Aug 05, 2007 @ 06:45am · 0 Comments |