True Indeed
Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 7:23 pm
[video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CbAYCREn36w[/video]
Here I am again battling against the Colossus
mind trailing off topic, societies gone Darwin
this figment of imagination I find being opted
get's lost in nonsense, critical thinking prospers
logic is confined...somewhere down in the tropics
considered the basis lost between action and option
if the choice was mine, my mind decided for the latter
swing batter batter, mind delirious within the chatter
buncha battle rappers, ignant ass chil'ren turned dancer
what I subdue in the beat could turn slave to a master
the weakest man to a factor, switch positions backwards
push time into a frenzy, only if this bullshit offends me
I'm on my own my path there's been no need to correct me
my thesis on my weakness is it strengthens all within me
so he who contends me can get his words boxed in, parantheses
made a mockery of and his defense be it makes what I'm spend-ing
so don't address me, for being a realist about my enigma
cuz I don't bear the stigma of the man changing what's within ya
I'm just a man with a ideal, hoping for the future a well wisher
so while y'all tryna get the picture I finish up the last reel
tryna figure out how rap feels when the respirator has no flicker
so let them get a breather, set the machine back on for these gag reels
if they got something to throw up, let em represent in their last seconds
future, past, present, you won't get to see this mass pleasure
these bitches came off as cute but as annoying as Fran Dresher
the idea stands alone...I hate the fact I got a idea I can't compose
still I wrote to the beat died out and left that track alone
moved onto the next one without a 3rd draft..let that implode
because as long as my pen is full of ink, my mind is full to think
and I continue to do these foolish things then I'm there...true indeed
Here I am again battling against the Colossus
mind trailing off topic, societies gone Darwin
this figment of imagination I find being opted
get's lost in nonsense, critical thinking prospers
logic is confined...somewhere down in the tropics
considered the basis lost between action and option
if the choice was mine, my mind decided for the latter
swing batter batter, mind delirious within the chatter
buncha battle rappers, ignant ass chil'ren turned dancer
what I subdue in the beat could turn slave to a master
the weakest man to a factor, switch positions backwards
push time into a frenzy, only if this bullshit offends me
I'm on my own my path there's been no need to correct me
my thesis on my weakness is it strengthens all within me
so he who contends me can get his words boxed in, parantheses
made a mockery of and his defense be it makes what I'm spend-ing
so don't address me, for being a realist about my enigma
cuz I don't bear the stigma of the man changing what's within ya
I'm just a man with a ideal, hoping for the future a well wisher
so while y'all tryna get the picture I finish up the last reel
tryna figure out how rap feels when the respirator has no flicker
so let them get a breather, set the machine back on for these gag reels
if they got something to throw up, let em represent in their last seconds
future, past, present, you won't get to see this mass pleasure
these bitches came off as cute but as annoying as Fran Dresher
the idea stands alone...I hate the fact I got a idea I can't compose
still I wrote to the beat died out and left that track alone
moved onto the next one without a 3rd draft..let that implode
because as long as my pen is full of ink, my mind is full to think
and I continue to do these foolish things then I'm there...true indeed