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beast 1333 - diares of the scene lyrics
[intro]
when it comes to creating hip_hop (when it come to that)
when it comes to writing music (when it come to writhing rhymes)
don’t feel restricted by a theme
don’t worry what you’re gonna write about (that comes later)
don’t force your hand (don’t do it)
don’t force your mind (take it easy and flow)
just feel the beat and let it all flow (let it all go)
i’m about to show you how is done (look man)
i’ma show you how to do it
no theme, no nothing
[verse]
am i the one that brought the storm in?
my pieces are flying together forming my attack
is an announced super silent, there’s no warning
thеre’s no limiting incredible deeds i’m supеr human
no more toxins or smoking tobacco or meat consuming
no experimental stages with drugs, just food and healthy s_x
away from all them chickenheads that’s working hard them chickenheads
the streets is filled with diseases of all kinds
on a mission for reaching and teaching with raw rhymes
these creatures have soft minds recruitment of more scalps
i’m cold as the permafrost in the ground of the french alps
so hot at the same time, so hot that the song coal
got smacked cuz your song wack got jacked cuz they lack soul
i’m watching them unfold no learning from they mistakes
dollars is raked as they fake it to make it and take cake
long time since i felt great, long time since i last smiled
it’s been eight long years since the birth of my first child
no disrespect to the smokers indulged in my share of pot
but i was lying to myself thinking weed made me write hot
make up for lost hours got haircut and lost powers
no way out like the victims that leaped from the twin towers
i have put masterpieces out and classics in the streets
still can’t afford to put a decent pair of sneakers on my feet
still can’t afford to do a d_mn thing it sucks that i’m still poor
but one day i’ll have enough resources plan a real tour
my souls is pure but still there’s a percentage of you born to hate
how can you not realize that i was born for something great?
how can you just stand there and judge without a gavel?
tell me what you gonna do, when the word of my greatness travels
d_mn right i’m causing trouble aware that i’m being shadowed
i’m an old man already partook in my share of battles
i don’t give a sh_t (uh uh) i don’t give a cr_p (nah) i don’t give a crud (nope)
keep on lying motherf_ckers drag my name through the mud
the truth will eventually surface as vindication
that the purpose of my soul that the purpose of my creation’s
to serve hip hop like food on your plate as i pile on heaping’s time
is creeping, no safekeeping can’t weep in eternal sleeping
i been peeping my surroundings with a high degree of scrutiny
you bet your candy ass that i’m orchestrating a mutiny
ain’t no sense in shooting me everyone loves a martyr
won’t touch dirty dollars or money yo, i prefer to barter
progressively things get harder, so hard that you start to soften
y’all obey without question and bow to they throne often
up creeks where they find you bloated you’re floating from rigor mortis
slow and steady wins the race is a myth told by swifter tortoise
to lie to the slower turtles, this girls is the mostest fertile
underwear’s completely disregarded crotch_less be the girdle (girl laughs)
everywhere we reproducing young men at the gym be juicing
it’s a war for the minds of the people the people loosing
many different types of using not so much now intravenous
cuz it’s cocaine that’s mixed with v__gr_, the vein then shot in p_n_s
rising from the ash a phoenix in my blood to persevere
i take news along a grain of salt, cuz i know they sell fear
everything is so crystal clear symbols hidden in our faces
how is it the features vary so much in the master races?
black, caucasian, asian, combination i’m hispanic
carib, arawak my ancestors settled in the atlantic
euphoric and close to manic ingesting tons of they toxins
they done sold us out like judges when many pacquiao boxing
we slaving away like oxen, they whipping our backs, it’s working
it’s the hidden hand cathedral, basilica shadow lurking
evil brotherhood connected by the bloodline of the rose
as mary magdalene stood naked for the canvas painting pose
come out to some of my shows one day you will get your turn
i’m plucking from out the crowd, disciples that’s quick to learn
no ashes for me in urns no sticking me in the ground
leave me at the highest point of an indian burial ground
and let the crows peck the sun bleach bones don’t cry or make a scene
through songs will always live on they’re diaries of what i’ve seen
[outro]
every song is just an extension of myself
every track an introspective look into my psyche
you wanna know who i really am?
listen
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