BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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Play it Loud
- Hook:
- I write these rhymes for the rhythm
- Build the beats for the flow
- Every word I spit, they all go to show
- That the show goes on even when it don’t
- Cause they called it curtains
- Gears keep grinding in my mind
- Of that I’m certain
- And I don’t mind cause
- I’m still fucking working
- Mining my thoughts cause
- There’s gold down there lurking
- Waiting to be found
- I’m your waiter coming around
- I’m serving what’s profound
- And what’s profane, play it loud
- Verse 1:
- I write this for what’s right
- And also for what’s wrong
- I prefer the truth
- But there’s lies I’m lying on
- I like what is good
- But I’m loving what is bad
- Fuck it, I’m sadistic
- Is it bad it makes me glad?
- Either way, still here to stay
- Spitting rhymes every day
- Not for what’s good
- I spit this for what’s fucking great
- For the thrill of the fight
- Fuck these bars, I’m serial
- And keep it going cause these
- Verses are a miracle
- Like walking from hearses
- It makes them all hysterical
- And if your hating its probably cause
- You life is unbearable
- Ain’t no cause that you can’t bear it
- Take this song and fucking blare it
- Raise your hand, say your real
- And then swear it
- In front of a mirror
- You’re the only one here
- No one else exists
- Humor me, that’s the deal
- Act like that
- And interactions are a breeze
- Never act untrue
- And your mind will never freeze
- But don’t get it twisted
- It still won’t be a breeze
- Reality remains that fortune
- blows with the breeze
- And if you don’t appease
- You aren’t going to have peace
- But peace in pieces
- I find it kind of pleasing
- Also masochistic so I
- Like my soul seething
- Always spit true
- So I’m like a soothsayer
- Of this game
- I’m an underground mayor
- Ain’t know my name,
- And I ain’t going to fucking make ya
- But try to fill these shoes
- And you’ll feel like you’re in labor
- (Hook)
- Verse 2:
- Start again, eat these words
- Looking like your learning lore
- Living legend, self declared
- But I’m right, cause what is left?
- Ya that’s the answer
- Cause all of your flows
- They look like they’re in plaster
- I implore ya
- There is more ya
- Outta be exploring
- For the sake of art
- This is Rap, bring it back
- Picasso mixed with Mozart
- Its time to do some laps
- You’re going too slow
- It goes to show that you don’t know
- Rhymes are too light,
- like confetti, get them heavy
- Get that steady flow
- On to the next, ready go
- Ain’t know what I mean
- Then you outta start to read
- Ain’t know your past
- Then your futures looking bleak
- And don’t be meek
- Cause the worlds already mine(d)
- Ain’t shit left down there
- For ya'll to find
- The new theatre is the mind
- Its time to get your shit in line
- I think lucid thoughts so
- A crisis is just fine
- Take my time and take yours too
- If you want to know what’s true
- Overdue, what I spit
- But I guess its what you get
- Since you didn’t do it first
- Your lines waiting in a hearse
- Lines forming
- Cause they want another verse
- Mouths foaming
- Cause the line did even worse
- Fiends to the music
- I’m a muse mixed with cupid
- Curing cases of music not moving
- Cause minds ain’t mind
- That your shit is not fucking sublime
- They all crave perfection
- And it’ll come in time
- Collapse like a cave
- That under weight was weighed
- Get your weight up
- If you want to be saved
- (Hook)
- Verse 3:
- What’s implied go on despise
- If you see through this disguise
- Looking through it you won’t get it
- Look right at it go on dig it
- Stick it in your mind
- And you’ll be limping, but its fine
- Do more to your mind than the fine
- I hope that you don’t mind
- I hope you do desire
- That shit that will inspire
- But first you must perspire
- To make it up the spire
- Taking time to make it timeless
- Fuck your watch, I watch the sun
- Even when that bitch burns out
- I still ain’t gon be done
- Already won
- Cause I’m already there
- And you can fuck the fat lady
- Cause she ain’t coming here
- I stay unsung cause what I’ve done
- You ain’t need to know
- I spit this till the credits
- So I guess it goes to show
- But bring it back
- This shit is Rap
- And I am still dissatisfied
- And fuck Mona Lisa
- That shit is on a lease ya
- Outta get that art has moved on
- To better features
- Rap ain’t on no bleachers
- Right now its center state
- And those who said it died
- Really ought to go and do the same
- I spit this from insanity
- To those inside of sanity
- It might sound like blasphemy
- But this is what you gotta see
- Inside of the cave
- I’m Plato printing every page
- Make it out or fucking burn
- Either way your gonna learn
- This is Rap, now bring it back
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