TINY INCREMENTS lyrics : "Crayzdom"
Back on my feet ...
Back to the streets
4 walls, we tore down the edifice ...
Back for round 2
back to crush the elite with extreme prejudice
they'll never get rid of us ...
Back to basics, back with a facelift,
back to back tracks and a makeshift spaceship ...
Back to the matrix
Lets get creative ...
Verse 2 (Crayz)
Let me break it down to the very last syllable
Profound for pound, try to grasp what I'm telling you
Words to the page make for a slick parable
Take it to the stage and I spit it metaphysical
I been here for years, my will is not killable
Current ... my blood sweat and tears ain't spillable
The cons, the pros, I chose to flows lyrical
Torrent ... recorded live and in stereo
Sometimes I rhyme slow and I get political
Sometimes I rhyme quick with a subliminal bitter flow
Sometimes I rhyme ludicrous speed or maybe minimal
But every single time I break it down to the mineral
Time to twist tables, reverse the polarity
Too many able bodied people hurting for charity ...
Time tells a tale we curse the hilarity
Too grand a scale still searching for clarity ...
Dog eat Dog and it's all in the pedigree
Prosperity is a sign of maturity
I just want a job with a little security
& enough free time to refine my ability
What I write contorts with verbal agility
Despite reports, a metaphor is not a simile
Do or Die, I just wanna ride the melody
Suicide bona fide, that's my soliloquy ...
Verse 3 pt. 1(Soak)
Back ... Back ... Get in line ...
Room full of faith and arm full of swine
Oh, God please can you gimmie a sign?
Make it plain as the lines in the sky
Breath ... Breath ... Breath so deep ...
Go back to sleep, count polymer sheep
Don't let a clone go maple leaf
& this little Piggy had a feast of roast beef
High ... High ... Wave 'em up high ...
I see 4 'cuz the 5th is a lie
Liar ... Liar ... Face on fire ...
Pink Elephant in the room, you can call him sire
Sir yes Sir !! Capture the flag ...
Force serotonin and I'll laugh all the way
Happy days for those patsy ways
No nap today, got a gat to spray ...
Soak ... Soak ... Could you just just ignore
But the voice keeps saying "would you like to know more"
Knees to the floor as to heed the Lord
Out a telescreen beam with a touch of décor
Oh, my, that's a fact
Science Fiction was written a counter act
& everything attached and then cling to that
& a string of things link to then bring spacecraft ...
Never shift the blame
Never shoulda, woulda, coulda with that %#@! you say
Display a new age from a fish to a wave
To then play the death game with that end you crave ...
You in Plato's cave
A textbook slave in an end all craze ...
Tiny increments, new shiny intricate
Infinite trinket, every little bit industry is, Go ...
Verse 3 pt. 2 (Crayz)
Beatweiser banging them beats back to hell again
Crayzdom bringing the heat when I'm telling 'em
Snapper neck and dangling feet rock your skeleton
Same song cypher complete and we killing 'em
My raps raw with insight like a veteran
Substance bubbling, no room for the gelatin
You got a slack jaw with more bite than a pelican
You're struggling, doomed to become irrelevant ...
But really, this ain't about our lack of equivalence
& I don't give a damn about your lack of intelligence
It's my night, matter of fact come to think of it
It's my mic, gives me the right to act belligerent
Mind state, pereodic table of elements
Love, Hate, life is a state of ambivalence
I put a little bit of my soul in these sentiments
& I label it : Suicide In Tiny Increments !!!!
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