.. Lyrical Therapy Feat. Raiza Sharpe
Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 3:53 pm
[align=center]Raiza Sharpe`
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My pen turns to a sword and the pad becomes a pen laser
Bapes how dumb the trend is, time to end this so i write casually
But in actuality the views of the readers mean so much to me
Flying off wondering how far the dutch would be
the dust would keep settlin the critics still meddelin
how my personal life effects the lyrics i write
The type who cant believe his own hype
No matter how much he says he likes the gang lifestyle
and occasionally he bites, Aint heard of a freestyle
and replaces the pen with a keyboard
travels to a place where he doesnt have to face the case the world is in
he swore, he saw a UFO, the typa video that youtube shows
who knows what the Peace Core is really doin to try and keep war
from happening again, But then again his blades a pen
the wars still on, a guerilla pillage a village they slayin a girl
Keeps the TV on so he can keep writin about the world
If only the readers would listen
and be thankful for how close the bullets had missed em
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Rell Fiasco!
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writing affects me more than you think,
not juss a battle verse,
rippin down on these links ..
hot verses never take hiatus,
always get tha "itch to write",
cus mah pen carries eggisma in tha ink ..
when i script from mah heart,
tha pain starts to sink,
i go where most rappers fear to say ..
so as tha notebook becomes mah tissue to wipe mah tears away ..
i write out some crazy shit, like "damn, i, didn't know i feel this way" ..
Mah uplifts,
mah downfalls,
until i`m dead and gone,
with tha plug ripped,
i`m gonna always leave mah blood sweat and tears on page ..
i don't spit to defy gravitity,
maybe why these rappers mad at me ..
i do this for mah sanity,
and saddenly, these niggas stay rhymes after me ..
If you knew that writing was mah straight jacket to mah insanity ..
mah lyrical therapy, when i sit mah spirit aside on that extra shelve ..
Let tha words lay on the sofa of tha paper, as the pen express itself ..
At points in life, i swear if i didn't have this gift, i`ll be vowin mah will ..
Now that i`m still,
a lil shook up,
i look up,
and tha notebook asks me "How Does it Feel?"
juss when feel it`s over,
think that tha paper cleared it`s shoulder ..
It gives me some feedback,
i juss flip on `em, now it`s scarier than illest voters ..
When all these rainy days,
seem to sway my way,
stormin mah brain,
not knowin mah pain ..
It`s not quite that simple ..
She`s tha lightenin of mah life ..
& tha thunder storms are juss tha instrumentals ..
Music be tha soundtrack, but writin is mah life ..
Sometimes, this gift even starts scarin' me ..
i gotta sidetrack mahself,
from mahself,
cus mah own lyrics start darin' me ..
to unleash these lyrical theraphies ..
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.
.
My pen turns to a sword and the pad becomes a pen laser
Bapes how dumb the trend is, time to end this so i write casually
But in actuality the views of the readers mean so much to me
Flying off wondering how far the dutch would be
the dust would keep settlin the critics still meddelin
how my personal life effects the lyrics i write
The type who cant believe his own hype
No matter how much he says he likes the gang lifestyle
and occasionally he bites, Aint heard of a freestyle
and replaces the pen with a keyboard
travels to a place where he doesnt have to face the case the world is in
he swore, he saw a UFO, the typa video that youtube shows
who knows what the Peace Core is really doin to try and keep war
from happening again, But then again his blades a pen
the wars still on, a guerilla pillage a village they slayin a girl
Keeps the TV on so he can keep writin about the world
If only the readers would listen
and be thankful for how close the bullets had missed em
.
.
.
Rell Fiasco!
.
.
.
writing affects me more than you think,
not juss a battle verse,
rippin down on these links ..
hot verses never take hiatus,
always get tha "itch to write",
cus mah pen carries eggisma in tha ink ..
when i script from mah heart,
tha pain starts to sink,
i go where most rappers fear to say ..
so as tha notebook becomes mah tissue to wipe mah tears away ..
i write out some crazy shit, like "damn, i, didn't know i feel this way" ..
Mah uplifts,
mah downfalls,
until i`m dead and gone,
with tha plug ripped,
i`m gonna always leave mah blood sweat and tears on page ..
i don't spit to defy gravitity,
maybe why these rappers mad at me ..
i do this for mah sanity,
and saddenly, these niggas stay rhymes after me ..
If you knew that writing was mah straight jacket to mah insanity ..
mah lyrical therapy, when i sit mah spirit aside on that extra shelve ..
Let tha words lay on the sofa of tha paper, as the pen express itself ..
At points in life, i swear if i didn't have this gift, i`ll be vowin mah will ..
Now that i`m still,
a lil shook up,
i look up,
and tha notebook asks me "How Does it Feel?"
juss when feel it`s over,
think that tha paper cleared it`s shoulder ..
It gives me some feedback,
i juss flip on `em, now it`s scarier than illest voters ..
When all these rainy days,
seem to sway my way,
stormin mah brain,
not knowin mah pain ..
It`s not quite that simple ..
She`s tha lightenin of mah life ..
& tha thunder storms are juss tha instrumentals ..
Music be tha soundtrack, but writin is mah life ..
Sometimes, this gift even starts scarin' me ..
i gotta sidetrack mahself,
from mahself,
cus mah own lyrics start darin' me ..
to unleash these lyrical theraphies ..
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