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welcome to life... this is all there is, how will you live? shine bright with the lights or fade with the music? cut frays from the loose ends, amends with enemies sail the seven seas and assume new identities? produce the remedy, capture it in a flask grasp the glass in your hand, drink it back fast past your lips, right over your tongue let it rush down your throat, let it soak in your blood it'll open you up to new aspects of madness if you have that passion to establish a habit practice magic granted with a pen and a pad raid medicine cabinets then head back to the lab with a packet of raps, single bars and ideas try to carve art out of dreams and nightmares cut out the canvas til the view is panoramic 360 degrees, into English from Sanskrit mics up, lights up when I bust my stuff eyes shut, I write stuff guys love like Fight Club this is not market target audience pop or rap that's money girls ice and rocks stuff has to stop, it's hip hop's monotony as I bring the rock like Shirley Jackson's The Lottery I jotted it down, getting this off the ground Letras de cancionesyou got shot in the mouth but what are you talking about? catastrophe is happening, it's upon us now my heart's dark with thoughts of problems I've found it's 2pacalypse now, where's Chris Wallace now? their vision is missing in this monotonous sound lost but it's found, now the message is back intelligent rap, packed like breakfast at Stacks carry cavalry, weapons is pen and a pad snakes can't rattle me, I spit this venomous rap with sentences that help replenish the craft the way that it is is the way I'm telling it as I'm dwelling on pasts, pretend I'm having a blast naw, scratch that last rap, send it back to the lab all the attention I have, time to focus it here breathe in deep, get my head open and clear grab the pen, grit the teeth, write the rap, get it hot it's happening, this is me, mic in hand, I never stop tell the wizard to come out of his curtain you and your songs are not the same person we're tired of these, attempts at deception contrived and conceived, impress with your message I jotted it down, getting this off the ground you got shot in the mouth but what are you talking about? catastrophe is happening, it's upon us now my heart's dark with thoughts of problems I've found it's 2pacalypse now, where's Chris Wallace now? their vision is missing in this monotonous sound lost but it's found, now the message is back intelligent rap, packed like breakfast at Stacks carry cavalry, weapons is pen and a pad snakes can't rattle me, I spit this venomous rap with sentences that help replenish the craft the way that it is is the way I'm telling it as I'm dwelling on pasts, pretend I'm having a blast naw, scratch that last rap, send it back to the lab all the attention I have, time to focus it here breathe in deep, get my head open and clear grab the pen, grit the teeth, write the rap, get it hot it's happening, this is me, mic in hand, I never stop tell the wizard to come out of his curtain you and your songs are not the same person we're tired of these, attempts at deception contrived and conceived, impress with your message some see rap as a chance to cash in with their standard, stand-up, throw your hands up anthems formulas and fashions, iPods in action imagine relaxing with my song blasting battles aren't wars but I use Che's tactics my passion's unfathomed like Catholics on acid did that catch your eye like Passion of the Christ? cos I'm going this alone just like Catcher in the Rye tap into your mind, reaching for the deepest pieces I'm the type of guy who thinks in rhyme but do you think with reason? on the brink of genius, trying to outdrink collegiates with reasons egregious that you choose to agree with like preacher believers, your logic is flawed there's no freedom at all without due process of law this is moshpit raw, I write down and raise eyebrows there's a felon in the White House searching third world hideouts the archetype sound that leads new movements music produced with two fists and a blueprint the Crystal kid is ripping it, adrenaline is kicking in his energy's ridiculous, think Icarus on Ritalin don't stick on little things, your boy is poised and on topic sort points from the context like coins in your pocket so much noise in the nonsense, perfect change is uncommon clean breaks take place in bungee cords and condoms so do you follow your calling or best dollar options? from cradles to coffins, we're raised while we're falling close your eyes, hold your breath, grab the sheets, tense up tight open wide, you overslept, it's not a dream, this is life turn the lights up From Letras Mania