Cycle of Repetition
Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 6:57 pm
there's no cure for wat i have, now this disease has returned,
a mental setback in life n a thesis to learn,
stunned for a moment as i freeze in concern,
n then it's realized, so i set the pieces to burn,
but these lyrics keep comin as the rhythm's restored
i spit n see more, n my own mind is givin me war,
tryin not to repeat, but every rhyme that's thought up..i've written before,
so i drop to my feet, this music's rippin a sore till im suffocated with words,
its enough to hate it with verbs, so fucked up this stuff's related to herbs,
insane from the battles, it's obvious that rap's desecrated my birth,
feelin pain, like someone took my heart n pressed a blade till it hurt,
until finally i've given up n become less afraid of the earth,
but even then i keep spittin to these beats packed with snare drums,
increasing the momentum like i'm on a track, with flare guns,
eliminatin opponents, from the fact i spare none,
and wat....
in the end i'm back to square one.
a mental setback in life n a thesis to learn,
stunned for a moment as i freeze in concern,
n then it's realized, so i set the pieces to burn,
but these lyrics keep comin as the rhythm's restored
i spit n see more, n my own mind is givin me war,
tryin not to repeat, but every rhyme that's thought up..i've written before,
so i drop to my feet, this music's rippin a sore till im suffocated with words,
its enough to hate it with verbs, so fucked up this stuff's related to herbs,
insane from the battles, it's obvious that rap's desecrated my birth,
feelin pain, like someone took my heart n pressed a blade till it hurt,
until finally i've given up n become less afraid of the earth,
but even then i keep spittin to these beats packed with snare drums,
increasing the momentum like i'm on a track, with flare guns,
eliminatin opponents, from the fact i spare none,
and wat....
in the end i'm back to square one.