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Track 7 - Confrontation
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hiphop rap mixtape beats and rhymes spittin
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Poetical rhymage.
I'm just one member of Northern Lights and this is my first ever mix tape release. I'm hoping by the next one i'll be using all my own beats but I am quite happy with some of what I got and I enjoy doing me so it's all good.
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Peak #27,325
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January 03, 2005
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It was just another quiet night, me and my boys having a pint Conversing on the lines of pure insight Equal minds involved in a discussion that will evolve Uphill until all of our differences are resolved We each listen as we’re told different sides to a story We absorb while we absolve Equal hands and no one folds This is self-expression we retain the information And we prepare our replies with a patient hesitation Each observes with lucid eyes No attempts are made to disguise The truth as we present it in the purest form, no lies But there is one outsider - who is ruthless and demented And he wants to kick my head in and I’ll be damned if I will let him (So I’m trying to forget him…) But he’s approaching me and disturbing my mental state I’m not alone but neither’s he, he has seven of his mates It’s clear from his ape like posture he don’t wanna chat Retaining all the rage he can muster and I’m sure that he’ll whack Me square between the eyes now this is a surprise His motives and where they lie, how’s his meaning defined? A mystery to me but I’m sensing that he’s high Or fuelled on a passion that says someone has to die But it’s definitely not rational and I’m asking myself why Looking at his shoulders they are unnaturally defined I envision the future seeing my own white chalk line And all my friends and relatives stunned, confused and crying Now I’m seeking for a solution get me out this situation Retribution from Cro-Magnon who is in his battle station My hands are shaking literally sweat forming in my palms I’m baking I have to save myself, confidence he could be faking He opens with a line, which I can see he thinks amusing I offer my retort but it seems only to confuse him Simple English he’s using and I hate to discriminate But validate his course of action you’ll have my lasting satisfaction This is unreasonable action, contractions in my muscles Leave me rigid but fear adheres to the solemn wicked I’m slipping from my passive state anger now convicted My fear has strangely gone, mouth foams and I’m elected Appointed by myself to have this bitch corrected Methodical confrontation soon historical bones collected The hostility he posses has connected and now infected The region of my mind to which my morals once objected Wrapping my hand around my glass I launch my ciggy into his face Smash the pint onto his head and twist it in its place Subjected to retaliation retreat becomes his savior But gone are patron saints I must avenge his ill behavior A favor to savor time to reflect lay on the pavement Lessons are tough and now you’re getting what the Krays meant You’ve spent days in ignorance and now, shit you’ve stopped breathing The end of your existence, your life never had meaning. Your girlfriends screaming, Town centre’s teeming With people who wonder why you just won’t stop bleeding.
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