Chips & Salsa
Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 7:15 pm
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Little somethin crisp for you to snack on...
This is life... a glass of pain chased with a pill/
Wish I could cash reality checks and start payin the bills/
Draped with a quilt of poverty and its crushing weight/
Tryin to peel it off of us before we suffocate/
Still we suck away, drain the system like we became infants/
Tank half empty or half full, it still takes us the same distance/
We've gained inches but never stop and seek guidance/
Lost on this road to nowhere so we just keep drivin/
Keep silent, like we're muted, searching for the right excuses/
But it's a life of muses so I use it to write this music/
Sight is useless, open your ears, it's therapuetic/
Tryin to share my views over these bare acoustics/
Prepare the movement, assemble an army of dreams/
To stir this Melting Pot because it's starting to steam/
We're hardly a team, starving but we never act hungry/
While these foreign nations are feasting on our tax money/
Not really a central topic, just bored at work and wrote it.
A little "keystyle" for ya to go along...
Nothin useful to say, let the brain loose from the cage/
No booth so I just put the truth to the page/
Youthful in age, Ruckus is over optimistic/
I demolish every thread, you could say I'm "post" apocalyptic/
Known for droppin sick shit, put knowledge down with a polished sound/
Yer "shitty bars" are too crowded, yer verse looks like a college town/
Fall and drowned in a river of flows/
Deliverin quotes so toxic they'll make yer liver explode/
Quiver and bows, this rap archer is the tip of the arrow/
Spittin in barrels, sell em til I'm as rich as a pharoah/
Quick as Camaros when I put the gun to yer throat/
Son is a joke, put some extra button holes in the front of yer coat/
Its Thunder He Wrote, brainstorming but this shit is a breeze/
The sickest with frees, docs wonder how I live with disease/
This is a sneeze, a sample of the genius within/
A breath of fresh air, I hope you're breathin it in/
One.
Little somethin crisp for you to snack on...
This is life... a glass of pain chased with a pill/
Wish I could cash reality checks and start payin the bills/
Draped with a quilt of poverty and its crushing weight/
Tryin to peel it off of us before we suffocate/
Still we suck away, drain the system like we became infants/
Tank half empty or half full, it still takes us the same distance/
We've gained inches but never stop and seek guidance/
Lost on this road to nowhere so we just keep drivin/
Keep silent, like we're muted, searching for the right excuses/
But it's a life of muses so I use it to write this music/
Sight is useless, open your ears, it's therapuetic/
Tryin to share my views over these bare acoustics/
Prepare the movement, assemble an army of dreams/
To stir this Melting Pot because it's starting to steam/
We're hardly a team, starving but we never act hungry/
While these foreign nations are feasting on our tax money/
Not really a central topic, just bored at work and wrote it.
A little "keystyle" for ya to go along...
Nothin useful to say, let the brain loose from the cage/
No booth so I just put the truth to the page/
Youthful in age, Ruckus is over optimistic/
I demolish every thread, you could say I'm "post" apocalyptic/
Known for droppin sick shit, put knowledge down with a polished sound/
Yer "shitty bars" are too crowded, yer verse looks like a college town/
Fall and drowned in a river of flows/
Deliverin quotes so toxic they'll make yer liver explode/
Quiver and bows, this rap archer is the tip of the arrow/
Spittin in barrels, sell em til I'm as rich as a pharoah/
Quick as Camaros when I put the gun to yer throat/
Son is a joke, put some extra button holes in the front of yer coat/
Its Thunder He Wrote, brainstorming but this shit is a breeze/
The sickest with frees, docs wonder how I live with disease/
This is a sneeze, a sample of the genius within/
A breath of fresh air, I hope you're breathin it in/
One.