lirik lagu allone (usa) - time capsule
my legacies’ intended to be outta this world buzz aldrin
world? tour it, orbit a month ’round it
son once in a blue one our dark sides are dumbfounded
the boy who raved and cried club howling
was dubbed doubtlessly to have touched talent
when we’re fulfilled, by wax n’ wane at night judgment’s clouded
clearly that’s a phase where standards fade
that’ll blaze bright when sunrise comes crowning
if punchlines are your one pride, punch out then
you hang with cats that are fake and striped, pouncing
plus pal if you write on the strip for a bill, you’re really just calvin
ironic i’m the one foul kid p-ssin’ fountains
on your gimmick faustian labels wishing you’re getting ousted
funny to fit in you’re switching your outfits
i swear on every good book in literature
i’ll never buy bull within your written scripture
give this kid a shot and i’ll black out for minutes with the bars like it didn’t hit my liver
if you think you’re divine (devine), boy i’ll (boyle), mark em (mark-m) missing
kids sure think this is mystic river as the underground time i have spent
rendered me twisted, ensuring that i’ll live life quite obsessed ’til i die by the penn
if you’re a writer well then you’re orwell, typed words are predicting gloom
i’m getting confused, a lack of moral fiber’s resulting in sh-t produced?
-ssh0l-s, this is what you need to be pushing it for
you f-cking suck, what for a buck? but your woman’s the wh0r-?
you have no real goals though you’re looking to score?
you need your heart in the art before your foot in the door
your music’s worth is measured as we sell it when the cash is tight
my music’s worth is cherished while it plays to help get past those times
your rhyme battle m-n-scripts ain’t time capsule candidates
why does no one on your v.i.p list define g*nius?
just monochromatic cats that make car tunes like that feline felix
honestly that just defies reason, these guys seizing
3 times week’s rent in green by breathing
success at least might breed them to be quite decent
the beat aligns and meets rhymes seamless
the cd is the seed easily spied seen sick
single songs should stand alone and shouldn’t need ninth remixes
stop on a dime a dozen emcee, ’til we might squeeze just
two cents a fee fined frequent, then glue them until, each line’s teaching
feed fine pieces require rewind reading, to really reap my refined meanings
guarantees i’m teeming with replay value just by my elbow design’s greasing
you have the privilege of being literate and you squander it
the topics picked are illegitimate lethargic garbage
misogynistic garbled vomit barfed on all your discs
not ever attempting an honest confession or thoughtful invention
no novelist settings, social/political comments intelligent problems
just the stocks of weapons and aggressive arguments are you in offices
model as a leader if you want to get a following
its the sonic apocalypse, bruce is bonkers as arkham in gotham
just pondering the horrible concept and awful chance that
your discography could possibly be harvested by archaeologists
i’m not a fan of the -ssociates you’ve been coddling
i’m here with a batch of lore (bachelor) and consciousness
i’ve mastered pure with confidence to take the craft and surely doctor it
my lyrics were taught in colleges, and you’ve got profit-marginal-success?
it’s odd at best that you can’t “straight back” your words despite all
your posturing, not ponderous, not positive, you postulate
to motivate the thoughts of kids with concepts writ on glocks and spliffs?
you oscillate as you talk of blades and poorly turn away
from the fan-base that got you rich
wash your palms of all of this regardless your soapbox is nixed
soapy is an obvious example, as it’s o’henry’s ironic twist
when any one “copped” your hit anthem a despondent
audience was arrested when they ought not have been
your music’s worth is measured as we sell it when the cash is tight
my music’s worth is cherished while it plays to help get past those times
your rhyme battle m-n-scripts ain’t time capsule candidates
these corporate puppets of the corpulent uppers
look to sign their souls, to those who’ve designed a hoax
devising binding, for blind control via ties that choke
suits them right i suppose, gepetto’s
these “real” boys call their rhyming dope
no surprise your whole fan bases’ eyes are closed
ya’ll think lying’s code for fine approach?
tryin’ to grow a giant nose?
mine’s been groping the grinding stone
while trying to hone the finer poems
i write in hopes to supply a dose
of vibes to cope on microphones
make art out of literacy, and a mark with your minstrelsy
be a bard built with mystery, try exploring your history
why such harm, hurt and misery? we act hard when we’re withering
why not charm and some chivalry, something smarter and interesting?
and if you’re gonna “charge” for delivery
at least “express” something outside of the box that you’re shipping me
your music’s worth is measured as we sell it when the cash is tight
my music’s worth is cherished while it plays to help get past those times
your rhyme battle m-n-scripts ain’t time capsule candidates
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