a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lirik lagu lyrik-the-rapper - luminus

(hook):
luminus, illuminated through the cumulus
a beauteousness of jubilant beings all luminous
truthfulness over foolishness
scrupulous into another realm through the window (x2)

(verse 1):
sitting back, looking at the way the world truly just spins
i wonder who’s gonna win this unfair dice game, the sooner it gets
un~human amidst our dubious sins, the more than few ludicrous
are juking straight through the mist, stupid winds blinding my rooting within
to find the path and routes, tall grass, walking on shoes through grass and fields
had to feel my saddened duels in my psyche without a map to wield
every afternoon, i sit on the couch snoozing listening to backwards news
in the back, and a vacuum vroom~vrooms the room, i’m sick of this damaged tomb
if a person’s looming, flowers won’t bloom until they assume they’re healthy
h~ll’s lease with acres of burning elm trees with devils that melt t~~th
lcd telly screens telling us we’re delving deep into blood cell streets
telltale signs of violent unrest fighting, un~sublime unsteady medleys
what if our lives were in the past tense, i never had friends
never had nothing, no passion, never passing
you never have responsibility, accountability for your actions
and now instead of peace signs we holding mac 10s
now what if we put the guns down and don’t act d~cks?
prejudice sadly still in place like poster global map tack pins
and the virtue we never cash in, b~tches hatin’ em over their black skin
it’s just a fraction of all of the rage on the planet
and i’m not rapping because i’m rapping
it’s ’cause i’m telling a message like a catholic baptist
sip the holy water, bite the apple and do a backflip
they letting the pain stay, reign, sting, like it was doused in acid
for now, let’s count up caskets, we in this melting pot like gratin
you sit in your house wearing fabrics yet some people still making satin for fashion
i’m sick of fascists, bashing a n~z~’s skull in backwards for practice
they tryna make people’s lives sh~t? such captious actions
sipping gin, sniffing ritalin, an interesting vivid vista
yuh, donuts in the parking lot with a benz
the cloaked grim reaper with rims, meet death at a quarter to ten
k!llers hold the gats, macs, and straps, hope until they’re holding a pen
order to sign, the world is spinned on all fours ’til it tips
don’t got a porsche for a whip, but of course, some portions of spitting
stop your strawman argument, stop talking, i be holding your lips
i’m 5’9 like royce, bored as a b~tch, holding my d~ck
mobs up in the street like a swarm of love bugs
except there’s no love, the only thing heard are sirens and rush from the blood gush
who you run from, we just in this pit that us dug
everyone f~cks up but who’s helping the f~cked up?
(hook):
luminus (x16)

(verse 2:)
this a full assault of mcs, a philosophical tending
seize them, then subvert they pockets, leavin’ ’em unexpectedly empty
microphones spill blood into the cracks of the floor
i’m new on this with no nuances, you dunces never knew this all before
my penmanship is tapered and razored ’nuff to pierce the rings of saturn
fakes and actors, casting roles of malice with their gats burst
couch lock from too much kef choking my capillaries
my lack of wariness will emotionally make those f~gs hurt
cross my arms on the catafalque, sunly glimpse the white skies past my doubts
false alarms honor lack of malady, rid of night time jagged owls
lift a leaf to a degree as if it was hanenbow
land my self into a wreck, recreational value, they’ll fish for clout
targets loom in, arrows fling in far, voices get teared to shards
instead to on the beat, necessities at large
be backing out, not back and out, faint glimpses of scars, it’s~
~it’s dumb to self~harm an artist
and tarnish your writtens, and rip out the ripped notes in the garbage
or in a tar pit, entirely darkened anxiety
high society’s dark pits
high society’s dark pits
a harbinger of heartbreakers, art maker on paper
thought thinker, hard brain, sharp tapered wit, all majors
smart polymath recalling back, strong sage, yuh
they don’t believe in their craft, they are pagans
the balderdash taller cats want all the balled~up cash
and let it smolder fast in smoke, it’s a joke for empowering tasks
turning hourglasses to dust, time engrossed all your habits
i pack bags, they banned the grab and grasp of grass oddly fast
i take a whack at goals like whack~a~mole
the fact he mizes he’s sped up? he’s a wack from mo
palavering? oh, you see 6 heads like scylla, no dragon folk~
~lore of phantoms with fangs that’ll grab and stab at your throat
i’m dismantling foes at a rapid mode, my rackety old
cracked~in ol’ soul chasm is woven by the inner gathering of poets
winner knacks at the mold for the facts to go grow
with practice, be bold, immaculate roads and paths to be droven on
showing art in the lowest form of a bolded arc
don’t care ’bout broken charts, it’s graphic, rip the graph in half and focus far
then go and start to find a golden mark to spark the light in the coldest dark
of your enigma, then give a twist to an open margin
across the paintings in basins and caves, and amalgamation
of imagination displayed over countless ages
i’m intoxicated from toxicity, i was raised in a boxed~in place
enough force to go cut through the walls of occupation
of a moccasin in my rear~view, and it sears through my calming nature
it appears to go to pierce too, in a mere move it’ll haunt my thinking
in my darkest places of boggling hate which
offer baseless options basing off the bottles sinking
whilst they’re hogging riches, i’m climbing ridges in my psyche driven
by odd conditions that make me wanna go schizo
a.m. 5:56 though,, sipping vodka mixed full
with coke to hold me from going bonkers or mental
i’m repping d~port; henny? need more, penning deep lore
hit the lotto the way lennon beats wh0res, i’m getting free scores
you need more sleep ‘fore you get meek bored like eeyore
my heat scorches every ore, more heavy than one c4
what one see ‘fore they afford a foreign with four rims?
a morbid twist of fortune, grind their bones like pork skins
visions distorted more than ectopia, a cornucopia
utopia is bogus, hopeless, and out of orbit
i was a stupid type of ‘lun who tried suicide with two~inch knives
was glued to my foolish lies, back then my mind was like, “you decide!”
tutors thought a pupil like me was losing sight or ideas, a doofus, right?
had fewer dimes, foods were soup, noodles, and rice, who am i? (yeah, who am i?)
(hook):
i’m a luminus, illuminated through the cumulus
a beauteousness of jubilant beings all luminous
truthfulness over foolishness
scrupulous into another realm through the window (x2)

- lirik lagu lyrik the rapper

Lirik lagu lainnya:

LIRIK YANG LAGI HITS MINGGU INI