lirik lagu sage (au) – pound cake (freestyle)
[section 1: verse 1]
compelled to paper
baking is a reflex bleach white dress code papal
break it like bread food staple
cake on my plate feel it rational
that i have backing financial
let get fiscal not physical
everything need be fat
my cars my beats on top of that the rap
that conceals that preserves
that the only thing that hold in tact my nerves
read like a book now chills down my spine
my brain minds every word keep centralised
my periphery whimsically
understand still movement timidly
imagining takes me where i want to be
at the stove chef hat or 3
ingredients prepare recipe
i break walking on the egg sh-lls
i flour watching out for birds and bees
two together man that b-tter
sprinkle the sugar now i shine i’m a star
pound for pound take weight off shoulder
pounds to kilo grams a narcissist
the narc’s -ssist like ozil
i strike i never miss
until the cake get the better of me sink
one thing to be grounded another to be drowning
so i lose the excess 100 miles and running
burn it off confront me sunny
swimming with the currency can never be sure
ill share the market with y’all provide dividends
response sage to anthony owenz,
one more thing
lock my body can’t trap my mind
i can’t rhyme i’m single no couplets
im not dumb so i can’t confine
my smarts to punchlines all they saying f-ck it
take my body break every bone of my bread
still be burning the house down a talking head
[hook]
if it don’t make dollars then it don’t make sense
if it don’t make pounds then it don’t re pense
if it don’t make sense it don’t make sage
made up of knowledge then transfer it on the page
[section 1: verse 2]
but there is doesn’t stay the cream’s on top
get the claude monet impressions by connecting dots
decimals full stops
for terms periods stocks thrown in the melting pot shot
pages out the magazine emptied the clip
that was bound commercially word of mouth sew the lip
if you speak i can make a living off the copyright you infringe
in the fringes the margins of society
homeless h-ssle given up on deity
we dieting they starving
do anything do get some pound cake no shame they sing
no shame they dance
do everything they can there’s no fear except death
we don’t do anything at risk of reputation
reputation reputation
only god can judge well why restraining
if you don’t give a f-ck
i thought you were independent
now see your in denial
you can’t sit with yourself and produce a smile
people think i’m laughing when they eavesdrop on me
meditate in silence coz i’m happy to be
block out the world 30 plus
decading burn in the rae’s kwon family name
must wear cuban linx chain myself up
new slaves symbolising old ways
escapology escapade on journey eschatology
will i live to my last day
do i rely on fate predestination
do i pave my way through demonstration
set my demons straight
do i live by a cross or tick my mistakes
what am i going to do continue young impressionable youth
who live monk throw away items of material who
exercises belief spiritual
would do but consumerism habitual
instilled in me must be dead inside
capital letters spell my bank statement right
a loan in solitude alone in social
people living in my pocket kick em out controversial
land lord all i expect is pay rent
at lease 400 a week till you can’t lift a pound or an ounce move your feet…
[section 2: verse 1]
the struggle
i’ve heard about it
cuddle read non-fiction doc-mentaries about it
fireplace stare through lens i doubt it
exists to the extent characters complain it sounded
far fetched when i played the records they recounted
the pence they recounted hoping it would grow they floundered
upon the concept of escape by using powder
baby rash decision if u ask me but trouble like this never encountered
with survival not threatened we getting rounder
not a round i’m talking driving to mcdonalds to sit and eat a quarter pounder
not simulating the hunting methods and fruits of labour
so im sick, my stomachs bugged
they know my nutrition consumpt one on one they’d over power
beside the fact they have numbers
if it did take a nation of millions to hold me back
these hoes would hold me back would hold me back
the wood splinters the steel will pop my cap
stainless without a trace no stencil to portray
now i reconsider put my rocks in a hard place
start from scratch broken nail
take the one out the coffin and try again and try again
but the result concludes in the same manner
yell please please please covered in brown like james
shuffle through papa’s brand new bag
duffle provides helps me a nomad
but no madness comes upon my psyche
i know theres only upwards to go from here
and with experience come the expertise
so i tweeze through the heirs like king richard the 3 royalty
by any means inspired malcolm x niccolo machiavelli
speaking philosophically its dichotomy
between survival and p-ssy
-ssets directed at one but one f-ck up liability
when dead i can’t sleep coz i wet dream
in the night bareback while mares galloping
ready to die don’t sling rock
or have a wicked jump shot
just pay for j’z based on aesthetic properties
based on the supply could of sold illegally
the everyday struggle start sympathising
ohh yeh and the money
come to the realisation that it make the world
revolve around the axis of the sun in sp-ce and progeny
gravitating to the core
values monetary humanity work in harmony
not saying that how it should be but it is so i work with it shift
attention for hours doing something for you coz
[hook]
if it don’t make dollars then it don’t make sense
if it don’t make pounds then it don’t re pense
if it don’t make sense it don’t make sage
made up of knowledge then transfer it on the page
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu fruition – the wanter
- lirik lagu dcvdns – ich sage nicht ich liebe dich
- lirik lagu cristian – dos amantes
- lirik lagu the hold steady – two-handed handshake
- lirik lagu dean brody – crop circles
- lirik lagu luce – apocalypse
- lirik lagu carlos chaouen – te quiero a bocajarro
- lirik lagu ingemars – vil du væra en venn
- lirik lagu zulu magic ent – keep it on the low
- lirik lagu jedi nemesis – exhibition aforementioned