Play it Loud
• Written by Lance
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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About the Artist
Lance
Member since December 24 2014