lirik lagu emcee erin emily - the strife is right (1-take cypher)
{the strife is right} 1-take cypher
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not gonna… sleep tonight
no rest… till i get this sh-t right
i’ve been travelin this tunnel, blind, such a long time
but i see no end, in the, distance, there’s no light
but i just gotta, keep battlin, keep rattlin,
off these, rhymes, comin to mind,
keep movin forward, no lookin back,
there’s nothin for me behind…
just gotta keep up, that f-ckin, climb
the urgency,
god it’s a f-ckin emergency
and you can hear it when i grind.
cuz yeah i wanna get f-ckin signed,
feel like i’m, runnin out of time,
and it’s not for any of the reasons,
you prolly got in mind
wanna write with them, record with them,
be in, accord with them,
like, hey look we’re the same
it’s kinda funny,
i’m the only one in this game,
who be like, f-ck the fame —
— and the money,
i just wanna work with the greats, feelin’ like it’s my fate…
they are the ones who gave me,
f-cking life — and havin’ to wait, cuts like a f-ckin knife
it’s hard, but, the strife is right
it’s hard, but… the strife is right
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cuz i was born the day i heard hiphop,
and since then i’ve known only this fight
the fight to get up to that f-ckin height,
where my mentors stand, this was so unplanned,
i didn’t know, ten years ago, that this would be, the
look of my life, but i, can’t f-ckin imagine
any different path, now that i’m here,
sweatin an cryin, enough tears, to take a f-ckin bath,
this is the journey and i will f-ckin find my way there
even if it ends me on a, f-ckin gurney,
i cannot be detoured, naw, nothing can f-ckin turn me,
i will not shut the f-ck up, til you have f-ckin heard me,
don’t give a f-ck if i’m tired, hungry,
sick and dirty,
if it takes me years,
if i’m pushin f-ckin thirty,
f-ck it, i’ll just have to, tuffet (tough it), out, the f-ckin miss, m-ffet, route
cuz hungry i am, and, i’m about to start eatin,
you heard me, i’ll find a whey (way), so curd me.
i’m killin myself, but f-ck my health,
this music me more to me,
any other life seems like absurdity
i make myself do what i need to,
i force myself to, push through,
because if you can’t or you won’t
then this sh-t, doesn’t really matter to you,
so get the f-ck out then, b-tches, let the lack of, commitment,
be your cue
some will har-ss and some just, half–ss
while some of the most undeserving f-ckers, am-ss
the whole f-ckin genre, they got no f-ckin honor,
but i will not sit back and call hiphop a goner,
that’s the f-ckin good fight,
and it’s not gonna end while i got the mic,
cuz this sh-t is my life,
and now for me, it’s literaly, do or die,
so i gotta just, keep up the fight
i will keep goin, keep up the climb,
no matter, how many rungs on this f-ckin, latter,
i climb along, i take em on — got the drive to f-ckin climb, two atta time
cuz, i can’t do normalcy, it’s like that life is a f-ckin fallacy, makin it is,
all-i-see!
i will fight, work through the night, find this tunnel’s end, f-ck the light
i’ll do it in the dark, an i’ll f-ckin bark,
up every wrong tree, until i find the one that, leads me
to the, f-ckin canopy, it’s worth the insanity,
and the pressure, but the foot holds are,
gettin scacer, and stop i cannot, drop i’d rather,
i am makin my way, climbin high with no tether,
i’m up so high with hopein, there’s no safety net, no rope an’,
i dunno if i’ll ever reach the tier, where all the greats sit, sh-t,
i just wanna be with my peers,
and i’m weighed down by these practical factual actual fears,
they run through my head, when i’m awake and when i go to bed,
if you listen you can hear, the turnin of my insane brain gears.
but you know what they say, bout the squeaky wheel,
and so i let those freakin squeakin gears wind,
that’s why they call it, a f-ckin grind
gonna put my nose to it, go on an burn me, i put a hose to it!
i see it and i achieve it, believe it, one day i will repeat it, and say,
back in the f-ckin day, i, made like the bachelor when he chose-a-b-tch,
cuz i, saw the top and i, f-ckin rose-to-it!
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so i will struggle, stakes in this game daily double.
but what a rush,
i take what the greats have taught me, and i, ante up,
cuz the sh-t they done, be a, hand-me-up
with this sh-t i am, well equipped,
to get on the mic, let it rip,
on thin ice, wow, runnin now,
but i won’t f-ckin slip,
naw, walkin in the shoes of the ones who still prove,
music be what they here to do.
dread the surface, but each step comin perfect,
cuz not chris, but sh-t, i be walken,
a mile in great shoes, maybe 8 if they fit,
so steady as i go, but i never trip,
i be glidin, but i never slip,
cuz i walk with the soles (souls) that got mad grip,
killin it, murder every hurdle,
but never terse be my verse,
murder never gonna be,
all i wrote,
an i’m slowly startin to gather hope,
like, i know i’m dope, i know i can cope,
even though, i don’t even know, what i just wrote,
an i can’t seem to pause the flow,
wheels in mind turning like a rotor,
can’t stop this vehicle, i’m driven like a motor,
like i’m in a car but, i’m only the p-ssenger,
can’t turn around, no rewind,
no sir, not when the chauffeur,
is the f-ckin rhymes, these words behind,
the wheel, this vehicle, always in drive,
don’t know where we goin,
but god d-mn we’re makin good time!
cant control it, but i find it, kinda consolin, to remind,
myself, it can’t be helped,
cuz, bein in the front seat while somethin else is inside,
these rhymin lines with their own minds, comin to life,
takin the wheel, of my brain auto-mobile,
that is just a given,
cuz, that’s the difference, in havin drive,
and bein f-ckin driven,
an i know my flow, will go, where it needs to,
f-ck the snow, i’m on this thin ice, yeah, i know,
it’s like i need to find, m (em), of a line,
stop an plot the path but cuz this be a slope,
it’s a slippery b-tch,
but, i found my place, i found my nitch,
and despite the self induced bruises,
the fright that i might, fall through the ice,
even though i’d gladly pay that f-ckin price,
just to try, i, i, tread, stead-ee, on the slip-pery,
slope, grip this sh-t, like this be prison, and i holdin the soap!
walk sure-footed, headphoned and hooded,
on tha, path so narrow, its a bullseye or die,
and i got only, one arrow,
and if i wanna get to the place of my peers,
i gotta say goodbye to all these old fears,
part with all the, before-now years,
long gone, writin’ off, all the doubters, this a dear john!
i’m takin out, my worst enemy,
the one within me,
i’m movin on, an as i lose fear,
i mowin down every f-ckin doubt, this a john deer!
and i feel a precipice, an unseen edge to this,
like no light in sight but a wonderful end to this, tunnel i’m in,
it’s definitely ahead of me, credits rollin already
the curtains are f-ckin, closin in on this production,
surely the end is near…
so i don’t give a f-ck if the crowd, cheers or jeers,
i will soon stand in the land of my mentors, my peers
what i have to say you’re gonna f-ckin hear,
if i have to f-ck you up the rear,
with these words, like richard f-ckin gere,
with a hamster, you can be d-mn-sure,
i’ll make you listen, that is a threat,
your brain will f-ckin intercept,
my work over which i have sweat bled and f-ckin wept,
i’m in the footsteps of the most adept,
i’m followin,
but i’m leadin too,
this whole genre,
bout to be made anew,
when i drop this track, believe dat,
it’ll be like, i dropped the mic,
like, i dropped the, other f-ckin shoe,
cuz, what i spit come from the very pit-of-me,
it be hiphop, the epit-o-me (epitome),
and this well rapped verse gonna kick-it,
the rest y’all just noise-makin, f-ckin crickets,
hiphop be broken an this sh-t here to fix-it,
the cure is, to be purists, f-ck what they callin trendy
if a f-ckin ear y’all would lend me,
i’m gonna drop verses an return this, to what it was,
the original is within-me,
drop this, like a present down a f-ckin chimney,
gift rapped, cuz i giftly rapped it
but it be slightly, malevolent,
cuz it represent, the gift sent, from a green -ss b-tch,
i tha f-ckin grinch, comin ta’ rob every, hoo village,
an i be comin down every chute,
dressed in the suit, of ol saint nick,
but i come ta’ be burnin the rap that is current,
light this b-tch, let it burn, like a f-ckin wick.
got hunger, my verses be those hippos,
hungry hungry,
for the music not the f-ckin money,
cant spell hiphop without hippo you know,
light this sh-t up like it be a f-ckin zippo,
or sh-t, even just a regular f-ckin bic,
the lighter or the pen,
and all from a b-tch so yella’, she belong in the, simpsons,
my flow so insane, a f-ckin flame, needin no butane,
no lighter flick,
and it comes just in time, in the f-ckin nic,
cuz the sh-t that play today so lay-zay, it’s makin me sick,
this is gettin kinda ridic,
i come to loot this sh-t,
both shoes off when this one drop,
an if baby need some shoe
well then we better, reboot (re-boot) this b-tch,
and get back to the root, of it,
i tha goblin comin ta’ solve the problem, dressed most solemn,
in the suit, of kris kringle,
no more weak rhymin half-tryin jingle,
not here to befriend you, or sell out a venue,
nice to meet you, but my mind instantly delete you,
i not here to f-ckin mingle,
and though, i know, i don’t, sound-chill like those, on the radio,
i still come cold,
the otha’ b-tches doze, i leave ‘em froze
when i come frost–illy, with haust–ility,
so cold my flows givin you tingle,
cuz you know this be the single,
that come ta’ genre rob, no hob kn-b,
no more corny sh-t, we off the cob!
sh-t, i’m bringin it,
back to hip, hop, y’all may be hip, but more pop than hop,
so if you’re not gonna give a f-ck, please just stop!
here’s what i am,
f-ck fame, f-ck fortune,
gonna take my time, rhyme, do it right,
and seek only, my portion,
an anybody f-ckin oppose,
should really f-ckin know,
you in some real f-ckin real danger,
cuz if i hear one more god d-mn club-banger,
hiphop bout to get a, clothes hanger,
abortion,
cuz, f-ck, it’s all noise now,
just f-ckin distortion.
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hiphop need a hero,
i’m one ah the only candidates,
so, like when ya goin out with some dude,
this be a man-date!
i just want to be with those who do their work and love it,
i want to stand with the few, who,
stand f-ckin above it, that’s all i covet,
i give it my all, and all the while, the rest say f-ck it,
all you f-ckin over-paid raid-io
puppets can shove it,
i come to salt the wound and in, i will rub it,
you’re gonna listen,
drink it all, til it’s what your p-ssin,
my aim is sure, straight lines,
i’m gonna hit my mark, every time,
even in the f-ckin dark, spittin rhymes,
in these times, i self remind, that i,
will be gettin my, piece of, the f-ckin pie,
sharin a place with the greats, in the f-ckin sky,
swapping spits like we be kissin,
i aim, i fire, i be on a mission!
while this genre stalls out,
parkin’, i a marksman, embarkin, and i won’t be missin,
won’t be my face, grace-in’, a milk carton.
i will ascend, and the bar will be, changin,
it’ll be like a dried grape, i’m afraid – yeah, raisin.
no more doubtin this, there’s no re-routin this,
i am only me, when i’m on the, m-i-c,
and i come with f-ckin, integrity,
f-ck brevity, f-ck levity,
the real sh-t always feels f-ckin heavy,
so whether or not, the world is ready,
prepare to be that famous hare, that the turtle beat, slow and steady,
no sleep tonight, so say bye to your beddy,
soon to succ-mb, sucking your thumb, tom, not to be petty (petty),
but even at this pace, i will win the f-ckin race,
and with or without haste, one day, you all will hear me,
you’ll listen and like it, don’t fight it,
you’re gonna eat my words, a steady f-ckin diet!
all i know-is,
f-ckin, rhymes, that never, unwind,
no room for -es,
my words, purged, onto page,
shot into a mic, like, a 12-gauge:
from these lips slip quips so quick it would trip any pen tip,
fluid be my flow, i deliver like a rhyme river, run through me, you know,
the lines, ready to go, in the quiver of my mind,
words fly, like my mouth be my, archer’s bow,
and my rhymes comin like, a shootin, arrow,
aimed straight for the eye of tha, toro,
and as i walk a path so, narrow,
i predict the future like i be f-ckin, tarot.
and i pre-dict,
that no matter what, i will f-ckin, make-it,
because that is the only option,
that or death, cuz i sure as h-ll not stoppin!
so i say, f-ck fame! okay, but all the same,
i know, i cannot remain, a name,
un-known, and still hope,
to get this sh-t, to those,
who, i do this for! so,
to use another metaphor, i,
whittle the bones,
of my work, til my sh-t is tuned-fine, and i, know it’s honed…
sh-t, at some point, i guess this song shifted tone,
oh well, if you want chit-chat, use the phone.
i am always growin in some new direction,
it gets to be like a f-ckin rhyme-infection,
tangent, i rant-sh-t,
in interjection,
lines empregnated with enjament, d-mnit,
i need a way to control my brain,
rhymes and punchlines, spit in vain,
a 13 minute verse, that’s f-ckin insane!
and though i know i need to, outro,
just do it like the toe on a dead john doe,
bag it and tag it,
but these lines, multiply, like rabbits!
i’ve just about had-it,
i need a prophylactic for this rhyme habbit,
cuz the verses keep gettin pregnant with internal rhyme
and half the time, in enjament, it aborts, the import-
-ant, part:
the rhyme i began, at the f-ckin start!
take it all, with a grain of salt,
and a pepper… potts,
paltrow…
f-ck an outro!
…better yet, f-ck a paltrow…
then f-ck an outro…
no… f-first f-ck an outro… then f-ck a paltrow…
have a threesome with a paltrow and an outro…
…f-ck an!
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by: emcee erin emily
instrumentals: eminem
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