Eh random mix N' Match
It’s the arsons and the constant, the women and the consent, time spent on individuals that don’t think life makes sense. It’s the fallen and forgotten, the rappers who were shotten, the out of towners who are lost in our thoughts and the rock when it reaches bottom. The buzz and the alcoholics, the wise and the profits, the hearts in shape of lockits and the smiles in your pockets. The drinks served to smucks, weed, coke, and snuff, and those who rely on drugs to fuck their reality up. It’s the lies and the truth, the signs for the youth, those who got nothing to lose when wishing their dreams will come true. The prostitutes and pimps, the candles that are lit, the hip hoppers who are bent with another alcoholic beverage in front of them. The brim on their hats, and the gats around their waste. The other gang that is strapped ready to blast bullets to their face. Its not me, its all you, its not my lies, its your truth, its not the high rise, its my roof, and my shelter its my proof , that losing you, made me not know what to do (what to do).
And i, took sometime to realize whats good, for me and you and what we should do, I wanna be next to you when this world blows up, but asking for that I know is to much.
Its just me, J.P. with no road to follow, the road i was trottin on got torn up and swallowed. The treasure chest at the end was cold and hollow, made up of stories untold and sorrow. Time to decipher these dreams and beams, getting shined at me through envy and greed. Lined up in a row, shot in the head, last ones left and he’s already dead. Its nothing but something, still lost in translation. Cant figure out this route or which way im facin. Cant count up this day and the ages, cant read up on these times and their pages.
Consistency is the root to knowledge, you gotta keep up, it’s a see saw of free flaws this time the endings trying to lead up, to an unexpected turn for the worst, first, I shall replicate the second so I can eliminate the third. I wont stop, I cant stop, my heads in the chop shop, im just waiting and debating on how I can release this clutch. I flow from what I think from, reside in the name of love, restraining the pacing cause this waitings to much. I’ll pump a fist without a need to resist, kiss bliss on the lips and pick her up when she trips, If only bliss was a women, she has yet to exist, making a list of what I miss on top of turn table rifts. Let the stars smile, and salute a fake wave, just so paparazzi can be moved and eventually make way, just believe me when you hear me, I’ll never betray you, Rap, you’re my best friend, you gotta come over and play soon.
Im a mechanic of your emotions, let me heal that shit, cause ima doctor of your love sickness and strict business. So let me reverse this hearse and get your qualities start kickin. Depictin the sickness cleaned out of the symptoms. Operator of this elevator, only two ways to go, owner of this flow along with the microphone. Artist, equipped with a pad and a pen. Writin down words to pay this rent. Fighting with verbs and metaphors to effect, the nod and the bobbin of your head and neck. Im a boxer, fighting away these demons that consume and eat us from our tombs to our feelings with the bullshit and the cretins that turn around and feed it to me and you, but we know the truth. We havnt accepted it yet cause with it we wont know what to do. Im a laser here to prove my points, im a broken down lyricists here to consume these joints. Im an alcoholic that doesn’t give up, cause love got me down and I cant lift up. Im everything you all wanted to be. A lawyer for my civil rights and equality. A man of the law, ya cant catch me, cause now ima rob this priest of all his prophecies.
So this ones to all the women in the world, who cant make decisions themselves. And this ones for the storeowner clerks who cant get that dirt off their shelves. This ones for all the drug fiends, and nicotine infested lungs. This ones to all of you, and all the ones you all love. This ones to the body language that shows you just don’t care. So show me all, just what you got, and wave your middle fingers in the air.
Show show, im up at the show around a quarter of four, a beauty, green eyes, tan lines just walked out the door. I couldn’t catch my breathe from the essence she left. Could see her mumbling a few words under her breathe. She’s talking to herself, wonder if she’s crazy. Ive liked the crazy ones cause the sane don’t phase me. Means they got something to talk about instead of sit there and stare, they say silence is golden, well there’s only enough gold I can stand. So should I buckle down and become a man, walk my ass over there just to prove I can. Hell naw, fuck yeah, I don’t have a clue. Confused on what to do and what I got to lose. Women are the devil, and im a hell of a guy. Your stating what you see in me like your suppose to lie. Your doing it repeatedly, like I don’t have eyes, I see what your doing, I wasn’t born blind. I try, tra try, these as a claim to fame but im blowin up high like the world trade airplane. Destruction in words like ammo in clips. Running around aimin low so these flows don’t miss. This is the tip off bitch, and im trottin the globe, pullin off tricks you havnt seen before. I want an encore, leave back the possibilities, cause with me, these possible’s arnt far from killin me. Hope ya’ll feelin me, if I may interject, cause if your not yet, then you havnt felt the effect.
And i, took sometime to realize whats good, for me and you and what we should do, I wanna be next to you when this world blows up, but asking for that I know is to much.
Its just me, J.P. with no road to follow, the road i was trottin on got torn up and swallowed. The treasure chest at the end was cold and hollow, made up of stories untold and sorrow. Time to decipher these dreams and beams, getting shined at me through envy and greed. Lined up in a row, shot in the head, last ones left and he’s already dead. Its nothing but something, still lost in translation. Cant figure out this route or which way im facin. Cant count up this day and the ages, cant read up on these times and their pages.
Consistency is the root to knowledge, you gotta keep up, it’s a see saw of free flaws this time the endings trying to lead up, to an unexpected turn for the worst, first, I shall replicate the second so I can eliminate the third. I wont stop, I cant stop, my heads in the chop shop, im just waiting and debating on how I can release this clutch. I flow from what I think from, reside in the name of love, restraining the pacing cause this waitings to much. I’ll pump a fist without a need to resist, kiss bliss on the lips and pick her up when she trips, If only bliss was a women, she has yet to exist, making a list of what I miss on top of turn table rifts. Let the stars smile, and salute a fake wave, just so paparazzi can be moved and eventually make way, just believe me when you hear me, I’ll never betray you, Rap, you’re my best friend, you gotta come over and play soon.
Im a mechanic of your emotions, let me heal that shit, cause ima doctor of your love sickness and strict business. So let me reverse this hearse and get your qualities start kickin. Depictin the sickness cleaned out of the symptoms. Operator of this elevator, only two ways to go, owner of this flow along with the microphone. Artist, equipped with a pad and a pen. Writin down words to pay this rent. Fighting with verbs and metaphors to effect, the nod and the bobbin of your head and neck. Im a boxer, fighting away these demons that consume and eat us from our tombs to our feelings with the bullshit and the cretins that turn around and feed it to me and you, but we know the truth. We havnt accepted it yet cause with it we wont know what to do. Im a laser here to prove my points, im a broken down lyricists here to consume these joints. Im an alcoholic that doesn’t give up, cause love got me down and I cant lift up. Im everything you all wanted to be. A lawyer for my civil rights and equality. A man of the law, ya cant catch me, cause now ima rob this priest of all his prophecies.
So this ones to all the women in the world, who cant make decisions themselves. And this ones for the storeowner clerks who cant get that dirt off their shelves. This ones for all the drug fiends, and nicotine infested lungs. This ones to all of you, and all the ones you all love. This ones to the body language that shows you just don’t care. So show me all, just what you got, and wave your middle fingers in the air.
Show show, im up at the show around a quarter of four, a beauty, green eyes, tan lines just walked out the door. I couldn’t catch my breathe from the essence she left. Could see her mumbling a few words under her breathe. She’s talking to herself, wonder if she’s crazy. Ive liked the crazy ones cause the sane don’t phase me. Means they got something to talk about instead of sit there and stare, they say silence is golden, well there’s only enough gold I can stand. So should I buckle down and become a man, walk my ass over there just to prove I can. Hell naw, fuck yeah, I don’t have a clue. Confused on what to do and what I got to lose. Women are the devil, and im a hell of a guy. Your stating what you see in me like your suppose to lie. Your doing it repeatedly, like I don’t have eyes, I see what your doing, I wasn’t born blind. I try, tra try, these as a claim to fame but im blowin up high like the world trade airplane. Destruction in words like ammo in clips. Running around aimin low so these flows don’t miss. This is the tip off bitch, and im trottin the globe, pullin off tricks you havnt seen before. I want an encore, leave back the possibilities, cause with me, these possible’s arnt far from killin me. Hope ya’ll feelin me, if I may interject, cause if your not yet, then you havnt felt the effect.