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soarse spoken - park bench narratives كلمات الأغنية

[hook: akin]
when i sit down, these thoughts come to mind
memories come alive, bring forth a past time
i’m not thinking ‘bout this or that, really
just this and that sh-t to make you act silly

[verse 1: akin]
like remember when the beat had us all surrendering
the realest vibes and scribes emcees had to render in
five-finger grips, mic tight with adrenaline
i’mma try to take y’all there once again
peace to enoch. when the beat rock, you gotta rock it
(mic check, one, two) nah, f-ck that—rock it
the pen’s davy crockett, the page is frontier
with scores of metaphors for war, they all fear
any emcee want it with i? he must wanna die
a thousand deaths like a coward. similar to howard
i’m stern but no money to burn
just the mic, y’all. i dislike y’all—for real
phony emcees akin will ridicule for a meal
‘cause i’m hungry—hunger for more, hunger for war
rap sucker emcees can knock on my door—just bring it
rhymes, lyrics, slang with no gimmicks
emcees, they go flee—yo, they so timid
i’m not borderline—i’m a pro in this
yeah, i’m a pro in this
in this business
what?

[hook: akin and so-rs- spoken] (x2)
when i sit down, these thoughts come to mind
memories come alive, bring forth a past time
i’m not thinking ‘bout this or that, really
just this and that sh-t to make you act silly

[verse 2: so-rs- spoken]
hey yo, welcome to my audible occam’s razorblade
they say the way i labor on paper may save the day
“so so-rs-, how you feeling today?” sh-tty
but i’ll will it away and benefits aplenty to those willing to stay with me
and under this old sun, i’d rather sit lonesome
tryna add up my problems but coming up with no sum
life is wholesome, though. god and i
ride in the same time zone, son, so somebody let me hold some dough
but for now, i’m trapped, getting taxed in an office
my coffin’s cheap. you k!lling me, pal
to minimize cost and maximize profit, people often cheat
wanna off them, peep. you feelin’ me now?
hip-hop socialism revealing to me how we move it
‘cause our current social condition isn’t how we movin’
game point. point taken. taking aim, join
me in uncovering both sides of same coin
my country’s under attack and i take great buffalo pride in them plains, boy
still taking over—ain’t nothing changed, boy
f-ck it. love it or leave it
‘cause life is like this and righteousness gives me something to believe in
twisted and so what? i’m so lifted, my soul wants to escape
let’s hate on the latin kid rapping ‘cause he’s less fake
dude, let’s make right on your next mistake
a person with so much on his mind is one you never underestimate

[hook: so-rs- spoken and seven star] (x2)
when i sit down, these thoughts come to mind
memories come alive, bring forth a past time
i’m not thinking ‘bout this or that, really
just this and that sh-t to make you act silly

[verse 3: seven star]
just take a second. cop a seat right on this bench
watch the herd p-ss you by, fixated on nonsense
they move so fast without a past trying to outlast their self-imposed masks
worker bees with jack in their thermoses and flasks
but they don’t know why these feelings keep arising in their hearts
depressed no matter how much they fill up their shopping carts
they can’t help you when you’re down or they’ll be late and their bosses will frown
a man has a heart attack but no one reacts
god frowns, but god is just a character that they forgot is there
sinners run the world and no one cares about the devil’s affairs
as long as their money’s there, no one will share. elephants, donkeys, and bears
he’s a whale, she’s a whale, blowing hot air up everyone’s derriere
the rest are ants under the evil eyes up there watching our every move
looking for those who don’t fit in the group they fashioned for those without a clue
and here they are, right in front of you. what will you do?
following, wallow in capitalism mire
worship sires, pyramid schemes—are you for hire?
will you wear their attire? will you go with the flow of poison rushing to the heart of our society? (our society)
or will you -n-lyze the situation, lose your composure and patience with the politics and priests of piety?

[hook: seven star and so-rs- spoken] (x2)
when i sit down, these thoughts come to mind
memories come alive, bring forth a past time
i’m not thinking ‘bout this or that, really
just this and that sh-t to make you act silly

- soarse spoken

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