[Verse 1]
I’m trying to reach a platform most people never expected, so restless, heading on a quest to perfect this/
I’ve never been the best, but the essence I’m blessed with is reflected in the strength of the sentence/
The death of a skeptic/ trying to make ‘em into true believers with the product on the page
I’m lacing them through the speaker/ Following the maze of layers and moving deeper
In the brain with circadian change that drew the sleeper out his slumber, with a mouthful of thunder/
Louder than the growl of my hunger pains and once the beat drops, these are the words that I manifest/
Detox, a verse will purge the contaminants/ each thought coincides with the conductor, Dusty Loops
Beats rupture cortical structure/ rush the show backed by a nation of millions and we’re going to break in the building
Until we cave in the ceiling/
[Verse 2]
Fell in a mentally disturbed state when I first played the purple tape
Now my words shake walls and rooms reverberate/ causing earthquakes, tip the Richter off the scale/
I spit on tracks and make your train of thought derail/ with Braille lines designed with patience and refinement/
Rhyme for exiled minds that are locked in confinement/ time and space, the stars will shine in alignment
When I guide the pen with bars defined as timeless/ paint picture for the blinded, music the deaf can vibe with/
Open eyes and shatter the silence/ style is unbounded, clowns are dumbfounded/
Sounds surrounding like bloodhounds by the thousands/ mountains I move with the weight of the words/
And crowds get enthused with a plate when I serve food for thought, they’ve just been consuming pork/
But never mind it, dine with a spoon and fork in four courses/ walk through the dark holding our torches/
I spit it acidic, corroding opposed forces/ coursing through my veins until the final breath of me/
Energy to leave them defective with mental entropy/ No elegy for hip hop, now we resurrect it
As the ones that will ‘bring it to life’ like Evanescence/ as we’re stepping with a great presence/
My tape’s stressing to be heard like the black box from a plane’s wreckage
I’m trying to reach a platform most people never expected, so restless, heading on a quest to perfect this/
I’ve never been the best, but the essence I’m blessed with is reflected in the strength of the sentence/
The death of a skeptic/ trying to make ‘em into true believers with the product on the page
I’m lacing them through the speaker/ Following the maze of layers and moving deeper
In the brain with circadian change that drew the sleeper out his slumber, with a mouthful of thunder/
Louder than the growl of my hunger pains and once the beat drops, these are the words that I manifest/
Detox, a verse will purge the contaminants/ each thought coincides with the conductor, Dusty Loops
Beats rupture cortical structure/ rush the show backed by a nation of millions and we’re going to break in the building
Until we cave in the ceiling/
[Verse 2]
Fell in a mentally disturbed state when I first played the purple tape
Now my words shake walls and rooms reverberate/ causing earthquakes, tip the Richter off the scale/
I spit on tracks and make your train of thought derail/ with Braille lines designed with patience and refinement/
Rhyme for exiled minds that are locked in confinement/ time and space, the stars will shine in alignment
When I guide the pen with bars defined as timeless/ paint picture for the blinded, music the deaf can vibe with/
Open eyes and shatter the silence/ style is unbounded, clowns are dumbfounded/
Sounds surrounding like bloodhounds by the thousands/ mountains I move with the weight of the words/
And crowds get enthused with a plate when I serve food for thought, they’ve just been consuming pork/
But never mind it, dine with a spoon and fork in four courses/ walk through the dark holding our torches/
I spit it acidic, corroding opposed forces/ coursing through my veins until the final breath of me/
Energy to leave them defective with mental entropy/ No elegy for hip hop, now we resurrect it
As the ones that will ‘bring it to life’ like Evanescence/ as we’re stepping with a great presence/
My tape’s stressing to be heard like the black box from a plane’s wreckage
( Noyz )
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