Under the Table
Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 9:44 am
I don’t rap for entertainment, for the fame or the payments
The art is my calling, just like drawing chalk on the pavement
It’s enslavement to never get to be recognized for one’s work
With my luck I’ll be dead before my rise ever reaches its birth
It ain’t worth trying to persuade you to wade through what I made you
You’d get a kick out of my shit too, we probably wearing the same shoe
Opportunity knocked so hard, it barred a few when it came through
Picture the door splinter as many were hindered when the frame blew
That’s when I came in plain view, making my would-be entrance
The doorman did all he can to understand thee reference
Tossed under the table he was able to understand that sentence
There was no question I'd be the best since I made my entrance
There’s no guessing, what happened next, even though there’s loss of text
For let it be that history, will never cease to forget
I’m the beast written in Greek, when there is no peace left
All I need is a seat for me to speak in your head.
Like your sleep, I’m so deep that I rise the dead
Unseen forces run deep in all that I said
I thread lines that are invisible, subliminal to your visual
it don’t even matter how many times I rhyme a syllable
It repeats in your mind till each line becomes predictable
Eventually I’ll be unleashed and reach each individual.
The art is my calling, just like drawing chalk on the pavement
It’s enslavement to never get to be recognized for one’s work
With my luck I’ll be dead before my rise ever reaches its birth
It ain’t worth trying to persuade you to wade through what I made you
You’d get a kick out of my shit too, we probably wearing the same shoe
Opportunity knocked so hard, it barred a few when it came through
Picture the door splinter as many were hindered when the frame blew
That’s when I came in plain view, making my would-be entrance
The doorman did all he can to understand thee reference
Tossed under the table he was able to understand that sentence
There was no question I'd be the best since I made my entrance
There’s no guessing, what happened next, even though there’s loss of text
For let it be that history, will never cease to forget
I’m the beast written in Greek, when there is no peace left
All I need is a seat for me to speak in your head.
Like your sleep, I’m so deep that I rise the dead
Unseen forces run deep in all that I said
I thread lines that are invisible, subliminal to your visual
it don’t even matter how many times I rhyme a syllable
It repeats in your mind till each line becomes predictable
Eventually I’ll be unleashed and reach each individual.