by Halftongue Dre » Nov 6th, '13, 16:35
not to wise or wicked i guess..
but it's just another test i'm wondering if i'll pass
light weight in a bag packed
out of class in fact, out classed
climbing straight into the climate
a half ass
in an atmosphere of land jacks
jackin the land doin a hand stand but won't stand for that
just gotta stand back
n look at
the whole picture
like picture that
he's just grabbing the whole scene tryin to stitch it back
holding his things close at hand tryin to keep it together
so it doesn't rip off or get snatched
lift off slipping through the cracks but hopefully won't snap
for the better when he knows the matter at hand
is learnin how to be a grown man away from home with no plan
blown back by the air in that legacy, yea these dope track's
the path im takin so fast
like a bolt blasting through the door off the hinge havin um hold fast
to fasten their seat belts as we unite attached
comin out the crash when the sand gets quick
in a mist of fog drippin down the glass
muddy n bloody like you still wanna hug me cuz
this, is where were not out of time quite just yet
i just hope it doesn't pass me by without pickin up my ass saggin in my pants
down to my legs
gettin cramps
in my cavs the middle of the night
wonderin if i can even rap
or will i have to dance instead to get the pain to go away when it comes back
again, like flashbacks of heartache strainin with pain when it attacks
drained like its raining so please just keep pullin for me
til it smoothes out n i either succeed or just cave in to the past
lookin back,
finding shelter in the dark setting fire to yesterday so i can survive in this cold if i can't..
rap
so yikity yik yak out the back door
im just bustin ass like asshole again
so grab yo glasses and witness a crack blown
wide out of proportion til it all falls through
comin in on the shoulder's of the last known tribe fighter spoken in til it has you stackin hope
packin food
downwards like that hole
these coffins are goin in handed down comin out this fuckin rabbit hole
with a sack of rapped up tongues and dragon bones
so i can bury them in the land i have been promised to own
as a descendant of Abraham linked in like a shady president of a gang of wolves
as the CEO
the google meaning of easy cheese offered to me as a chief officer made in a pact of blood
how the hell as im backin up like hell no, i'd rather jump
pack it up like this journey im on as i bust dust in gallons activating my go go gadgets cuz i know i'm an asshole
but i refuse to take a dump
diving into this fight, i'll just
adjust n just try to find
another way to be an mc handling this hammer as a thor when it drops,
prodigally the price of Odin's son
as i keep staggering forth
racking up mask's as i match n sort
but i won't budge
holding a grudge cuz i was hatched in war
with no blood in my veins
my cold touch of love growing up with no life source
except for Christ of course
so don't judge the way i love to roar!
like whoa whoa time to soar
how much more do i need to type before i finally fly away?
til skylar grey writes me a chorus
n rihanna n i decide to date
til i can find a rate in which i can rhyme and say
exactly whats been on my mind even if i don't find it safe to say i kinda hate the way my mind just slides away
slippin n trippin
crackable
but empty
supplied with rage
i'm just mr. fucking brightside stuck inside a cage...
Last edited by
Halftongue Dre on Jun 20th, '14, 02:59, edited 3 times in total.