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The Why- Rebound
- [Starts at 0:10]
- started off rapping hard, catching every ace, cause that's how I was trapping the card,
- starting mapping out the yard, planting my seed lines and expanded now I'm ready to die hard,
- spent a year at the top, rebounded back and forth all cause I had a heavy drop,
- took another vacation and focused too much on the clothes to shop, instead of focusing on rhymes drop
- wanted to develop a brand new thought, leave a mark on the rap world while I messed at a level Gandhi fought
- rhymes I sought, as I started closing on at high speeds my opponents started to rot, this was all in part,
- as the entire structure of those fools was unstable, like a fake story which don't teach, call it a fable,
- now I'm back here to finally reunite the cable, steal and rewind this story cause I'm fully able,
- made these fools, grasp for air like the USSR in the late 80's, clasping, as it was their ideology they were masking,
- back to the late 80's where these rhymes would be twisted to say these enemies would stumble and fumble, while multitasking,
- I'm messing with incompetent fools who keep on asking, the same goddamn questions, trying to hold my rhyme captive, nothing but oppression,
- walking into the church with a whole autobiography of confessions, forcing these teachers to preachers, so I can begin my new succession,
- multiplying and hurting these fools as it's no longer a suggestion, retrying and burning these ghouls as it's a new correction,
- my self expression wills me to understand how Eminem felt when his rebound occurred, when incoming with a belt attack, profound and transferred,
- when you know you've knocked the enemies away, when in the movie the hostile enemy is astray, finally the story is closed, but not blurred...
- [Chorus]
- You wanted to stomp me out, but the truth is you could never swamp me about, so I treat like a Muhammad Ali bout,
- I'm going 12 rounds with the champ, but now I'm leaving them on a food stamp, I'm at that point when I've climbed the mountain,
- now all the easy downhill I'm mounting, I'm at that moment when you hit rock bottom and you're glad, cause the only direction you can now go is up,
- firing me up till the point my energy is back and I'm mad, walk up to the fool and smack his face for saying "wassup!"
- [Verse 2]
- Sad thing is, the fact that my rock bottom was still higher than that of most of the players, so these skills I got 'em,
- originally sought for 'em, then in the rings I fought for 'em, guns and rhymes I caught for 'em, till the point I ought to get 'em,
- they wanted to hurt me, Inadvertably, stealing studio time just to get my ass dirty, I could be punching these shadows till I'm thirty
- then after that point, they'd finally push me to breaking them joint by joint, pulling out the shotgun then to make sure they appoint someone we,
- someone to step up to me, and then everyone would try to rep, stand up, and just to shoot through me, but they really can't fool me,
- they've pushed me so hard I'm about to close the casket, dose the basket, morphine to drug 'em, they lose their cytosine as I dug then, you see,
- built them a nice pit, that's where I lay and sit, after lighting them up with gasoline, it's where I slay and spit, when I'm older I'll look back and I may admit,
- just exactly what it was and I did it, but until then, more victims are ready for the cremation pit, on certain occasions it,
- starts overflowing with the new wave, so I cover it up, the game, like a doctor covers up the area a patient may sit, see the pit was a metaphor because it
- was serving for an advanced demonstration kit, but anyways as I work like a Rosetta stone translation bit, I have to switch up my rhyme other wise what I spit,
- will reform back into a miss and hit, so I just keep dealing with the new gens, and I wipe out their shit, it's a simple concept if you admit it,
- I'm getting fired up as my frontal lope with it's cortex are finally wired up, I'm entering the matrix and system itself to reprogram the entire centering making a separatrix,
- a vital key in code for the programming, it's erupting like rocks when they erode ore without actually slamming, back down to the ground many people can't get the fix,
- that when I came crashing down, whether it was weights dropping pound by pound, or my lyrical bodying getting beaten down, and heavily crashing into the ground,
- not even the almighty lord of above can stop my fire from my rebound, but of course I'm his gift which is world renowned
- [Chorus]
- [Verse 3]
- Thought to myself this truly was a Christmas gift with very little time to rehearse, with that thought it could ball up into a brand new verse,
- I'm living in the divine center, as I am the hub of the universe, and so now I disperse my message, into an inverse form, developing antimatter as I immerse,
- my own stature to the very next level, not something quite easy to lyrically settle,
- see these rhymes ringing like the round bells, exploding articles, New York Times flinging, cause dislike while Trump's crowned head swells,
- they're getting angry with acids in their eyes from limes, mudslinging and childlike as it sells, they're like wind chimes ringing with warlike bullet shells,
- not able to read between the lines, imprinting "Third Reich", a new situation dwells, I wouldn't trust government press with signs, unhinging an Aleppo airstrike, without a political nutshell
- it was crazy to me, seeming like the entire world got too lazy to see, so I'm now gonna go run phase through as we, blame,
- I'm gonna finish off any of the games left to play, nothing funny or complex to say, standing along as I envision two paths on a byway, what a shame
- except for the fact that in our rap game, we don't shut down the lame claim to fame, so we see much of the weak talent and it's all the same,
- my particles, advance into science articles, becoming antimatter arsenals, being abused run like carnivals, spreading like cardinals,
- setting a new book of chronicles, expanding into garden hills, these are signals, create a lattice and large crystals, powerfully ending wars with charge pistols,
- if it's an antibiotic, the antibiotic kills, increases the population for the chronic ills, devouring rappers talking about their hard nipples,
- I'll be smacking them, workout my forearm muscles, till my oxygen leaves the heart muscles, it bustles, because my body is radioactive isotopes so it hustles,
- looking to find my own form of my true selves, until then my history and rhymes are packing up on the library book shelves, can't stand to me lyrically cause y'all elves,
- So I just broke through the floor mat and kept the rhyme still going hard and flat, it's cause of my persistency as I was there I just sat, and while I sat I only spat,
- allowing for me to understand what was going wrong and what was going on, and so on and so forth, for what it's worth, I'm feeling ready to expand the map,
- so the rhyme scheme is gone and so is the rhythm, no more of a rap, so here I am talking on a human level cause the entire universe has just folded into a wrap,
- I've left this dimension, it's completely expanded my comprehension, without any pain of the brain's extension, so I get rid of the extra tension, look at the haters who were standing tough,
- about 5 minutes ago thinking they were gonna catch me and act twice as tough, well I've had it with the crap so now I just say it's enough....
- I'm taking these dogs to the pound, all because it's time for my rebound
- [Chorus]
- [Fade]
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