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skarm - hip hybrid كلمات الأغنية

i watch the foundation of this building crumble
all the days of labor, through the struggle now we stumble
every acrobatic leap, slapping a static cheek
man, my knees are weak with the hop so i try to reach
what makes sense in this day of present tense?
floating away in this field of mishaps so i commence
choices flip the road, with a heavy load
build new tracks for my rails, paint the sun, erase the cold (yo)
in a mountain top, in mountain rocks
typical drams start to box and knock (i)
i bake myself to sleep, drunk until i seep into the covers of broken lovers
until my heart is weak
i feed off adrenaline, boosted by thе medicine
lopping the bars until thе sample cuts in edison
life’s filled with indifferent buts, keep debating til we meditating
in our beds from cigarette b_tts yo
the alcohol buzz, lazy from the benadryl
i got a lot of charm living in my t_st_cl_s
i murder emcees through stop watch seconds
bring’m up to heaven, and cut the myth of soul connection
“yo whattup brother? you raising? i got the nuts
enough talent to make emcees quiver like b_tch c_nts
sit still (sit still) and watch me go against your will
got the torque and the force to bring more like windmills”
blast and grasp inside a graphical craft
lingering in tunnel shafts where clowns are made to taunt and laugh
i’m in a zone where visions show up in graphs
i hear a tone of make_believe to make me fall and crash yo
swift and dash to escape the building trash
no more cash, mentalities change for bread and mash
it’s time to pass for a state of mind to last
i am the last of this class to create the final blast
chorus (2x)
intricate
_n_lyze
feeling it
visualize
medicate
fantasize
resurrect the enterprise
meditate
master mind
levitate
no compromise
underrated rise while the overrated die

verse 2

whos got next to ride the vortex
morbid til i’m spinning meditating and revealing my cortex yo
with higher concepts
i travel the battle to make a fool out of the sons of all these known prophets
i rattle the cage and _n_lyze the words in every page
turn up my rage, p_ssed off like minimum wage
too many dreams fade (fade)
live at the end of this sharp blade
found within the souls in this dark cave (yo)
gather the clatter for me to shatter the ladder to broken matter
take a beautiful day and suddenly see disaster
strike like elites getting fatter
equip a dagger to see who’s badder than my own swagger? (noooo)
no one is better. i’ve taken enough as a spectator to see my people stay as mediators to the scene
daze and watch as they make a fake hip_hop scene
the industry is where the gluttons l!ck the plate off clean
a bunch of greedy cheesy faking 50s
they all soft when you twist a can of fame and kiss mes
their flows are sh_tty, with the middle tentacle i show no pity
n0body else can compete with me
i bring a twist for the heads rockin their meds
for we innovate, and people listen cause i elevate
this position, given to me to dominate
everyone raising their fists in numbers so we pollinate
obliterate, sneak attack in hidden blows
educate aggressively but never make’m know yo
the subliminal process is the way to go
just to let you know
your position gotta let it go
chorus

- skarm

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