Lyrics
2X
By slipping from side to side
We’re arriving high for the times
Believing the truth they’re seeing
Rain falling on our feelings
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Reach back grab this album from the pile,
Something quite capable, something reliable
Self-produced, tracks you never heard before
Matter of fact, I’ve done stuff never even tried before
Never sighted before, impossible for most
Rockin’ a club, caught up representing, just ghosts
No longer dreaming of a new song-series
Tracks already produced, ghostwriters got the lyrics
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Load up, we’re rolling out,
The revolutions started and I’ve just been sold out
We picked and pulled prodded and sold our souls to this cause
Scattered showers shattered showmanship of a worthless promise
Probably never even shoulda got started,
The rain falling, me try’na complete with only half the parts
Half of a scar marking me for eternity,
Disgusted with what’s passing on the surface for a scheme
It takes a dollar and a belief, to get farther than your dream
Harder to get past a false start after your pulse stopped beating
Stopped eating with the rest of ‘em, testing limits, saved from the strife
Wading through enough sites of deaths scythe reaping enough lives
Enough! Skeptical, -do I represent on pavement?
Hmph. erase you, thou art but nothing, I am amazing
You are grateful, follow the leader, become a true believer
Follow in my footsteps I am your teacher
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Refreshing to listen to something different,
Like what I deliver, Abraham Lincoln
Together building a tower, from the foundations
Underground President, ready to taste this?
A thousand hours work, I’ve acknowledged
This albums finished, put it in a package
Fans don’t notice, skip each songs meaning
Hiphop’s returned, lets hear y’all screaming
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(2x)
By slipping from side to side
We’re arriving high for the times
Believing the truth they’re seeing
Rain falling on our feelings
2x
Always a hazard whenever in battle, quick as a shadow, expected to scramble
Pick a new handle, I pick one faster, your name shall be slave to this master
You look skeptical, like do I have what it takes?
Yeah, I’m spearing the movement that’s debasing you fakes
Stay in your place, rapping the same, pace, zero complexity, dead styles?
Longevity my middle initial, underlined and highlighted
Ya’ll like, he’s Mic tyson, what’s the secret, must find it
Why can he continually derive this ill style, his timing!
Is what’s really good, especially study my split lines
My split rhymes, I skipped school to do more than my share of time
At my desk with a pencil and paper in hand writing
And finally came out, everyone looked at me different
Too timid to tell me I had already cracked a planet
Engraved my name in the atlantic, utilizing packages of deadly magic’s
I had self-mastered acts others called war tactics
But that’s a poor adlib, expressing my antics
A forced passage explaining some erratic habits
Tactless, I continued on, some ask, why you rock no features?
And I reply, I’m inclined to remain faceless, go cry in your T-shirts
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By slipping from side to side
We’re arriving high for the times
Believing the truth they’re seeing
Rain falling on our feelings
