Song - https://soundcloud.com/cryptic6/the-masked-puppet
Lately i've been working on my subject matter and delivery more so than anything else, so this song has been a big change from what i'm used to. I'm considering adding a chorus but as of now i'm not decided as to whether i'm going to. Any and all feedback is of course greatly appreaciated
Lyrics
Verse 1
Ima make it to the top i can see it it's enough to make me never wanna stop
They say you only get one shot so im steady aimin with the glock tryna pick a spot
get my plot down lookin at my watch now, Life's like a stop watch that you don't got
so you never know when it stops like a dot, can't be look at the clock watchin the time pass
wasting every second of the day like a time gap, lookin up, ain't a level higher where im at,
i go away to my own place never know when im comin back,
I never take the road so im goin on my own way doin it my own way
puffin on a blunt in a rotae like the pro's say, yea i look high ya don't say,
i'm just tryna live my life right doin it the slow way doin nothin but my own thing on a snow day
Verse 2
I'm never gonna stop now watch these haters drop down no i'm not out
it's only strike one grab the gun then im runnin in on you haters lookin stunned,
comin un-done, my lungs stung from the other blunt, another stunt,
im on a cliff about to jump, run and hide, i coincide in the dopest rides, i flow inside, a pro studio it's so sublime, the way i rhyme, it's out of time,
the clock's runnin out about to die it's about time,
you know im fine so don't worry if i don't reply,
im on an overdrive in a stolen ride so you know i'm fried,
i got the dopest midnset for the rhymes, a regular Einstein i supply,
revised lines, and give you a blind side, i stand by my promise to rap tight
i grasp mics and thrash until i hit the last cut, i'm backed up in my tracks im at last fucked,
the masked puppet of this rap just ducked out the back he can't stomach the fact
i'm runnin back cause he's stuck in the past so now im gunnin past in the fast lane
Verse 3
Ima live it till im dead with no limits in my head, im in it every day livin in my brain
spillin shit to say gotta drain it, got nowhere to aim it so i place it on the pad,
happy when im grabbin a glad bag of that fantastic floatin way above you
sayin fuck traffic, goin so fast never gonna crash shit see the lights in the rearview flashin,
hit the gas goin so fast 0-60 bitch please, i move to quickly you're never gonna get me
this week is pissin me off get lost, im acheivin lift-off spinnin in my mind like a gyro
feedback loop when i rhyme so self correction every second that a wreck the mike
every time i write a line takein aim check my sights, tripple check my clips twice,
six sides on a die so i don't chance it, never did it if i didn't plan it
affecting something on the other side of the planet my quantom mechanics
have landed me stranded in a trance that i can't grip
