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illogic - hollow shell (cash clutch) lyrics
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[verse 1: illogic]
i’m stuck in an emotional valley with melancholy
wandering this wilderness with gilgamesh
baring a basket of berries rotted to the pits
hobbling through stretches of sand dunes
stand consumed by a walking stick
surrounded by a desert of waste
searching for some clear liquid to mirage the dirt taste
i’m too overwhelmed to control the helm
as the sun smiles battled in old time
i’m using my shadow as a sun dial
i don’t hold the energy to run around
it was lost in those seven digits
where i scattered my baby pictures
in order to leave a small trace of face
and for predecessors to know that illogic
once held rank in this place
i await to be devoured by the beast of the industry
where the goddess of l-st speaks sweet nothings tempting me
where ident-ty crisis is the norm
and where we only know ourselves on stage
but we forget after we perform
where blood and smoke screens cloak the inner discontent
where compensation for your due payments are overspent
where image is everything and your thirst no longer matters
where we can’t stand our true selves so mirror images shatter
where life is no longer a blessing but a curse and
where hip-hop music is no longer fun but work
where life becomes a dream and reality doesn’t exist
and surrealism is the poison that you clutch in each fist
[hook: illogic]
the stench of burning sentences reeks of lost life
locked in this cage of clones by request
clutching cash overshadows the love of clutching the mic
my mind and spirit elopes as i continue to stroke my flesh
i become a hollow sh-ll from which the ocean can be heard
but that sound is only an illusion of my depth
is it by choice that i walk through this life as a waste of words
or is a rebirth in store for the piece of my soul that’s left
[verse 2: illogic]
the gl-ss that sits on this table is half empty
with a laugh i notice the pessimism within me
lost looking for the love that once embraced my muse
amused by the spectacle that my reflection’s become
no longer enthused by the culture i held in my grasp
at one time i held the mic my grip replaced it with cash
i recall my first encounter with the realm of sk!ll
where the concern was keeping it ill before keeping it real
where mc’s would roll six hours just to bust
where the crowd responds it payment, getting cash was a plus
where we concentrate on rhymes to make the fans contemplate
where battles are dinner settings for your heroes to be ate
where life long friends are made and your crews are born
where pens act as umbrellas to shield you from the storm
where words are counsellors and writing is therapy
where chopped loops and drum breaks are the arms that carry me
where we spit till our throat hurts and saliva droughts
where you yearn to hear your verse sprout from one of your fan’s mouths
where i want to return but d-mn i never left
i was lost in the page just immersed in my song concept
[hook: illogic]
the stench of burning sentences reeks of lost life
locked in this cage of clones by request
clutching cash overshadows the love of clutching the mic
your mind and spirit elopes as you continue to stroke your flesh
you become a hollow sh-ll from which the ocean can be heard
but that sound is only an illusion of your depth
is it by choice that you walk through this life as a waste of words
or is a rebirth in store for the piece of your soul that’s left
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