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This is poetry...candlewick to a lamp

Vår Hiphop - Lyricism

   

2004-11-20 00:15

This is poetry...candlewick to a lamp

Ursäkta om jag lånar 4 minuter av eran dyrbara tid.

Blev mycket nöjd med detta lilla djupa work of art så ta er gärna den tid det krävs för att kliva in...




"Dress me up to get stressed up for what reason?
My soul is hot as hell still it isn’t a hot season
Rhyme, Reason look at the crowd stuck freezing
Shrug at me, I still bubble poetry built for you

Delivering shivering cold blows still so true
This here is something for you when feeling blue
Keel and fuse your knees together, feel the use-
Of words delivered loud from an open mouth

Straight into your hearts on an hopeful route
I sloped in bouts, but grabbed the mic tightly
Slight exited to show my might in the limelight
Blizz might rhyme nice, see the divine shine

on paper or stage diplaying my skills and such
I’ve been building lusts for filling under crusts
Use my voice as thunder to crush and get under-
The skin of the one that listen to make ‘em wonder

What’s he talking about? What’s his mission?
Stop, sit, listen, I’ll take you outta this prison
Outta this frame of hope, hate and suspicion
This here is the greatest of visions, so listen now

This isn’t how you can get faded with life
The way to do that is with a blade from a knife
So raise your hand slice from the left to the right
If that’s you’re choice then your quest isn’t right

Leaving the family and friends left in despise
So be true to the self and self will respect you
Bad thoughts is a sign not to neglect through-
Seek contact, that’s what I did when I fell deep

Into the depths of depression and held sleep-
As the greatest enemy of all time in my living
life we have on earth is something we’re giving
so don’t take a life and show that you’re quitting

I didn’t, though I wanted to finish the misery
Diminish the history n become one with the soil
Hell’s gates were open I was waiting to boil
the wax became oil and the wick didn’t spoil

this fire burns on but its flame entered a lamp
so see me here centered staged with the stand
got three wishes left while rubbing my hands
let’s get them out now before leaving this land


now let me dream and wish away..."




pz!

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