Lyrics
Intro
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Frost Fuzz and Francis for ya.
Listen In.
Listen Good.
Verse 1
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Let me bring you suckers, something Psychic's don't foresee,
Me, letting free with something, with which you won't agree,
Because I open most my flows with such a potency,
Most people can't cope with me openly,
Oka-lee-doke-alee,
Let ya focus be,
Scoping me,
Hopelessly in a trance, from one glance, from this opus, like hypnosis be,
Notably,
A dope MC,
Never hit a flow, so ferociously,
Ya mind state now, in a breakdown, so let go & let the psychosis free,
If life's a joke on me,
& I can't laugh I'm f*** ed,
Coz this world will break your heart, tear it apart, then up,
If this my one opportunity, I won't pass it up,
Without masks & bluffs,
This life is hard enough,
Am I the last with guts,
To let the past erupt,
& make what I can today until the blast conducts,
Just like the ass of sluts,
& then our task is up,
You got a load, up in your scrotum, but not half my nuts
Hook
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You can lie all you like, but can't escape the facts,
& When All Is Said & Done, you can't take it back,
I'm a match under pressure, 'bout to break & snap,
& ain't no sorry when I'm blazin', it's too late for that,
You cannot challenge fate, or these innate type raps,
& if man stands apart, then correlate the gaps,
Or maybe separatism, is our fate perhaps,
For the way we've all enslaved & all raped the map,
Verse 2
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My every breath's a philosophy,
Until my death, just like Socrates,
As, slowly, time carves us into what we've got to be,
Maybe through what we're not to be,
But it's what we've got to see,
To make us who we are, through contradictions & hypocrisies,
Approximately,
A lot's for free,
But atop cities,
The vulture's perch,
Turning modesty, to commodities, dishonestly tryna alter worth,
So many people judge one, before they've got their cultures searched,
To make us buy, what they supply, as they trying to control our verse,
See money is nice, but I wouldn't trade my life for it,
Coz although time is money, you can't put a price on it,
Life is simple, but men are meant to confuse us,
Abuse & dilute us,
'Til we feel useless & stupid,
You've gotta stay true to you, in this world that prosecutes us,
For the insight, of plights, like the words of Confucius,
Concurred with minutia,
We search our mind like a mentalist,
Inventing, purpose, & worth, like a church, of existentialists.
Hook
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You can lie all you like, but can't escape the facts,
& When All Is Said & Done, you can't take it back,
I'm a match under pressure, 'bout to break & snap,
& ain't no sorry when I'm blazin', it's too late for that,
You cannot challenge fate, or these innate type raps,
& if man stands apart, then correlate the gaps,
Or maybe separatism, is our fate perhaps,
For the way we've all enslaved & all raped the map,
Verse 3
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I'm a man on the verge, through these words, I lunge,
You all like to test the boundaries, but don't take the plunge,
I'm a true, blue, musician, not a stupid sponge,
I'm a trooper, like a nuke, I rock these tracks like Grunge,
Some, are overcome,
Overrun,
By reality,
Others like to run free, leaving seeds through a mentality,
Fatality's, an option, of the destiny you choose,
Slowly we're eroding, coding, our own recipe to lose,
Never judge another man, coz you ain't stepped in his shoes,
Don't wait for life, if you're alive, coz we all die, hectic but true,
Am I getting to you?
No one gets it like you,
Although similar in ways, only your perception is you,
Don't disrespect on my views, coz you, ain't me to perceive 'em,
So don't act like you're bigger, the way I figure, we're even,
Everybody's looking for some form of authority,
When you should just live life, coz it don't come with a warranty,
People don't think for 'emselves and just follow the majority,
I don't agree with your world, where you gotta be, what you ain't wanna be.
This is actually better than the other one I commented. Pretty good beat. You need a good mic, you would sound A LOT better then. Great energy on the mic, and you have a good flow.