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Where should I start
Disjointed heart
I've got no commitment
To my own flesh and blood
Left all alone
Far from my home
No one to hear me, to heal my ill heart, I
Keep it locked up inside
Cannot express
To the point I've regressed
If anger's a gift, then I guess I've been blessed, IKeep it locked up inside
Keep my distance from your liesIt's too late to love me now
You helped me to show me
It's too late to love me now
You don't take a word in[x2]
Breaking a part of my heart to find release
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peaceBreaking a part of my heart to find release [BREAK!]
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace [ME!]
Breaking a part of my heart to find release [TOO!]
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peaceKeep it locked up inside
Keep my distance from your liesBreaking a part of my heart to find release [BREAK!]
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace [ME!]
Breaking a part of my heart to find release [TOO!...]
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace
Breaking a part of my heart to find release
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace
Breaking a part of my heart to find release
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peaceKeep my distance [x4]
Spit drips in the jar, the witless witness
Cryptic code, realism shifts your mystic
Dark all I do embark the shadows,
Involved with my thought catalogue, analogue, rap catalogue
Keep my distance, answer your resistance, hurt by persistance,
The twisted web of tangled lies strangles my hope to waste and numbs the taste
And I'm forced to face these hate crimes against the state of being
Feeling the weightlessness pressing between the ceiling, reeling around room,
Riding a bubble of sound proof, it's the frequency making you
Shake-shake with every boom
Involuntary muscle contraction, ignoring and drinking musical gas field euphoria
The sound counts to make the dead flush to have you a head rush with red thoughts and said stuff.
Watch as the room rocks
Mentally moonwalk
Mixed media slang
Banging in your boom box verbal violence
Lyrical stylist
In a time when rock hip hop rhymes are childish
You can't tempt me with rhymes that are empty
Rapping to a beat doesn't make you an emcee
With your lack of skill and facility
You're killing me
And a DJ in the group just for credibility
I heard that some of you are getting help with your rhymes
You're not an emcee if someone else writes your lines
And rapping over rock doesn't make you a pioneer
Cause rock and hip hop have collaborated for years
But now they're getting randomly mixed and matched up
All after a fast buck and all the tracks suck
So how does it stack up? None of it's real
You want to be an emcee you've got to study the skillWho can rock a rhyme like this?
Bring it to you every time like this?
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Step, step up, step, step upSo you pick up a pen and write yourself a new identity
But mentally you don't have the hip hop energy
With a tendency to make up stories
Sounding like the only hip hop you've heard is top 40
And your record company is completely missing it
All the kids are dissing it for not being legitimate
So in a battle you can't hack it
React with whack shit
And get smacked with verbal back flips
Get your ass kicked by fabulous battle catalysts
It's taken decades for emcees to establish this
You're new to hip hop and welcome if your serious
But not on the mic
Leave that to the experienced(Using the waves of sound the true master paralyzes his opponents, leaving him
vulnerable to attack)Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Bring it to you every time like this?
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Step, step up, step, step upWho can rock a rhyme like this?
Bring it to you every time like this?
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Step, step up, step, step up
Step up
(After years of pain staking research by the world's leading sound scientists,
we here at the sound institute have invented a reliable audio weapons system.
Actual movement of musical sound in space used to carefully attack and
neutralize the cellular structure of the human body, and the question must be
asked.)Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Bring it to you every time like this?
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Step, step up, step, step upWho can rock a rhyme like this?
Bring it to you every time like this?
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Step, step up, step, step up
Step up
Just do something to tell you who I am, ya know?
[x4]
It's high voltage you can't shake the shock
Because nobody wants it to stop, check it outI've been taking into crates ever since I was livin' in space
Before the rat-race, before monkeys had human traits
Mastered numerology and big-bang theology
Preformed lobotomies with telekinetic psychology
Invented the mic so I start blessin' it
And chin-checkin' kids to make my point like an impressionist
Many men have tried to shake us
But I twist mic cords to double helixes and show them what I'm made of
I buckle knees like leg braces
Cast the spell of instrumental-ness and all of the emcees that hate us
So try on, leave you without a shoulder to cry on
From now to infinity let icons be bygones
I fire bomb ghostly notes haunt this
I've tried threats but moved on to a promise
I stomp shit with or without an accomplish
Mixed media
The stamp of approval is on this[x2]
It's high voltage you can't shake the shock
Because nobody wants it to stop, check it outAkira, put a kink in the backbones of clones with microphones
Never satisfy my rhyme jones
Sprayin' bright day over what you might say
Blood type carillon
Technicolor type A
On highways with road rage I'm patient to win
The cage and the tin to bounce all around
In surround sound devouring the scene
Subliminal gangrene paintings
Overall the same things sing songs karaoke copy madness
Break bones verbally to sticks and stone tactics
Fourth dimension, combat convention
Write rhymes at ease while the tracks stand at attention (Attention)
Meant to put you away with the pencil
Pistol, official, 16 line rhyme missile
Why you risk it all, I pick out of your flaws
Spin, blah-blah-blah-blah
You can say you saw[x4]
It's high voltage you can't shake the shock
Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out[x4]
It's high voltage you can't shake the shock
Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out
| Слава Антонов © 2002 — August 13, 2008 |
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