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lirik lagu psyonik - misfit melody

[isaac newton:]
in the year 1666, i procured me a gl-ss prism – to try therewith the celebrated phenomena of colors

[verse 1: bobby alexander]

i endlessly start to doubt
the route that i go about
while i question with such distress
if i’ll ever just make it out this address and i feel oppressed
by the thoughts of failure repressed
cause a part of me says forget it the other endures the quest
but my legs now credibly heavy
exhausted i nearly forfeit my faith now running on empty
with every second already
p-ssing i want to bury my dreams of being an mc
flipping ripping the stages
my phrases sang by the many
and plus i’m stuck in position
a prison they call a school
where they fiddle with your ambition
visions becomes a pool
full of fantasies and pipe dreams
to yourself that you sold
till reality hits you finally realize you getting old
only thing that keeps me alive is the drive
for music and themes that i’ll trade in for life redeemed
get it by any means
my eyes showing signs of strain
codeine run thru my veins
yet i constantly take to caution the fiends
that scheme on my dreams
in a broken society
no support it’s just rivalry
where the righteous stay quiet
meanwhile the idle hate vibrantly
and all these n-ggas the same
and they steady changing like climates
but i’m reigning over the game all hail me when i’m rhyming

[steve jobs:]
and we believe that in this world, people can change for the better…
and that those people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world
are the ones that actually do it

[verse 2: psyonik]

pour a 40 for my n-ggas on the street
then i spit another 40 for my n-ggas on the creep
for my brothers in the dust, families catch the wreath
freeze cold in this city, we’ve been told to leave
but… that just the nature of the animal
toughen up the kids, raising them to stand the blows
most folks – don’t understand the flow
but i’m spitting for n-ggas who listen i read the manual
a rare breed with the bloodline spread out
measure my life by how many dreams i get out
black velvet, hot blooded, cold heart
i can see my pen movin’ with the ghost of mozart
and my city’s amazing at producing most arts
but something’s blocking the prism, we’re off to a slow start
and every time you k!ll someone’s dream you make slaves
but you know we from the beach, so we always make waves
and i watch the color rise from the mist
just like the power for coloreds came from fists
solar rays polarized over days
i see your soul on fire i’m hoping it holds the blaze
hold the blaze hold the fire hold the jet fuel
never disrespect you, hating is a cesspool
the color of friendship’s colors are endless
all family man this blood is extensive
just wanna thank you for the listen
welcome to my prism, some call it prison
but that’s just perspective, it changes vision
well thank you for the visit, i hope it was exquisite
getting kinda mellow to this melody of misfits

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