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sxvxnt - bar enrichment كلمات الأغنية

verse 1 (medaforacle):
rhymes penetrate the beat
mind ventilation
peep my innovation
leak rhymes when adjacent to stress
yes, this is therapy
a better pedigree there will never be
there’d better be no shrink or ritalin
i just need a rhythm and a pen and i’ma get it in
adrenaline rushing
bus’ing lines on percussion
transit stress like city busing
aah
it’s nothing, cousin
because i’ve got bars
which keeps me out of of cop cars and locked bars
to stress is not hard so i hip hop hard
which is why i look upon shrinks awkward
got bars like my mind’s a penitentiary
i’ve written history with rhymes and eventually
you’ll see that he’s best
can he breathe?
yes
as soon as i drop bars to relieve stress

hook (sxvxnt):
though we’re all sp-wned from distance
all flawed in mission
all scarred and blistered from fires drawn in writtens
all of us god’s children
all strong, relentless
all beyond strengthened
via bar enrichment
(repeat)

verse 2 (mr. miranda):
people ask me “how’s dave doing?”
i tell them “dave’s fine”
my life’s story, wikipedia can’t define
people want to see you cry
and misery loves company
so it’s dark clouds even in a nina sky
i’m just writing these bars to be the best of–
i’m bench pressing rappers, no chest rub
but there’s something i’ve got kto fess up
see, i’m a trendsetter, so instead of following suit
i dress up
and this music thing, i tell you man, it’s therapeutic
it’s like one big gun, but someone’s scared to shoot it
and they can’t see the kid
and all these wack rappers stay blowing up for no reason
like aaliyah did
and if you want to make music, it’s a sacrifice
it’s both cold and hold, bag of ice, add some spice
and all these cats looking hard, but they’re b!tch, man
stay home with those poor flows
this is bar enrichment

hook (sxvxnt)

verse 3 (sxvxnt):
even through self induced flames and self produced shame
i endure every burn and emerge duly sustained
converting my blood stains into paint for my canvas
ink for my sanskrit
as if my stanzas could stand next to god recited as pslams
only because my bars ever drawn were for every flaw
i’m writing for resolve
for every bar of perfection another flaw dissolves
absolved with rare form and i thrive in the eye of the storm
whatchu think they call my ‘breed “rare” for?
i dare storm up any and every wall
and make the orient recall jericho’s fall
say your prayers: “our father”
eyes watch in awestruck
star dust settles and resides where my palms clutch
sparks touch
i baptize ears in fire
the same fires that scorched i inspired these lines

hook (sxvxnt)

- sxvxnt

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