[Lyric] Those Who Came Before (AlphaBrownMusic)

[Verse 1] - Alpha Brown

I fall to my knees to applaud
The variety of melodies and chords
Introspectional thoughts
Commitment to the cause
Never pleading the fifth
Despite breaking the fourth
I was at sixes and sevens
Until your sixteens severed
Single kernel distant from the corn
Rose amongst thorns
Talking through this walkie talk
Exhilarated by the aux
This one’s for Those who came before

Cause now I’m off medication
Cause music’s my medicinal
Overdosing on the lyrical
Bodies, cutting out music
From the school, syllabus
The last syllables sick
Mu-sick, your cynical
But we’re still, able to
Be the illest though
Illicit flow, learn and grow, everglow
How thick is your piece of rope?
When life has you on the ropes
On a string, laced up, miles in
I’m battling to spit rap
Now this is my, give back

[Hook] - Janel Antoneshia

I meditate, to keep I medicated
Sweet melodies, takes over my train a thoughts
Let’s me forget all my flaws
Work on my flows, keep I dedicated


[Verse 2] - Alpha Brown

You wrote to inspire
Every breath breathes life into a writer
Who’s bereft, bereaved
It’s therapy for the streets
Underdog dreams
This monologue of music
As odd as it seems
Has become, my odyssey
Homer lone writing honestly
Years in the making
Now I’m sharing my
Demos for the democracy
Teaching what you taught
That’s next gen creation
Don’t degrade on the greatness
They’ll sell you out for denarius
And I’ll buy you back with gratefulness
The good kids die
And the dove flies
Or the m.A.A.d city wins
And the thugs rise
This ain’t the time for tongue-in-cheek
You should be tongue-tied
I’mma light a light
For all those doused fires
The stories of lifers
Weight of the world
Held up by cyphers
No, we ain’t pied pipers (x2)


[Hook] - Janel Antoneshia

I meditate, to keep I medicated
Sweet melodies, takes over my train a thoughts
Let’s me forget all my flaws
Work on my flows, keep I dedicated


[Verse 3] - Alpha Brown
I respect change
You can’t censor art
But my heart strains
At these artists
Who think that
Time will heal their sleeve pain
Inability to pen humility
Borrow the biro of fake lyricists
To captivate every station
Tryna’ to sneak around the game
With Boo Diddleys
We’re Pacman, eating your ghosts
There’s three of you in me
And ten of you in an OG
Original, their the prefix
And they ain’t broken
So don’t fix it
The best don’t get paid by the cent in their sentence
Most live in the Sensate
We live with the senses
No patience, we got the patent
We’re underdogs, you’re domesticated
You take a gram for the gram, then
Want a Grammy with no grammar
I’ll make a stand with my stanza
And boycott my seat
For the sedentary
Cause I’m turning back the screw by reconnecting
And now I’m 3 to write 2
I guess that I am reflecting


[Verse 4] - Alpha Brown

We don’t need another rapper, who’s
Motivated by gold chains
Same words, different face
I’m baaing for the black sheep
They baring for the goat chase
Glass full, paper chase
Bottomless soup
I can’t stand the taste
I’m serving up food for thought
That you can’t contemplate
Contemporary
No empathy
Don’t paint the picture
Just playing, to the gallery
Got hooked in by the salary
Now hung up on the vanity
Until your callus cracks
And your shaking hands with gravity
I create art in rhapsodies
For those left in humanity