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I got the beat from PrototypeEightyOne, I tried to construct a song within the range of his "secrets" concept expressed in the song description (http://www.macjams.com/song/47930). I stayed on topic as much as I could but started to drift a bit. This is the result.
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Lyrics
It's the thoughts that talk don't walk down the hallways that they stalk
but this brain feels like a shack so i'm under attack from these whack facts
that the pass the task to blast your innoncence will never last
impact hits back as the white fades to black an image no longer intact
cause they attack to feed a means to be to make you bleed like meat
bobble heads gobbling cock giving rhythm to the beat
a feat to please the social disease it's the ego of the beast
rest in peace to these without a piece of human decency
it's the whispers in the ear inaudible to hear but it mongers fear
beware of the chain of command that demands the plan to be unfair
an allegory as a story's boring to the evil so they're forming
ill thoughts that lock the box of talks and now the social climate's storming
immaturity turning the pages of eternity
burning deep within the weak as they weep cause it's hurting thee
murdering the ways we were raised now we race for a taste of praise
placed on the tip of the tongue harmless fun but there's power in what we say
(Chorus)
We learned to talk before we walked but now how can we stop
people living a pedestal cause they like it at the top
the tongue spits like fire but the brain starts to rot
cause the ash tends to last when we act like we're taught
I'm a subordinate to the mental coordinates in which i reside
not affording it the truth i'm hoarding it cause i know the eyes like
but time goes by with the sense that you were never truly alive
so i bust a cap at the cat that laughs at the rat as I drive by
trying to rewind life to before the beginning
with the quickness of one strike
but the secrets will remain to play the game upon your mind
So I took apart the pieces and learned to point the blame
and now all my trouble ceases but it seems the guilt remains
how to change these chains linked through the fence within my brain
to separate the graceful ways in which i've learned to maintain and remain sane
so don't try to stop this composite of opposites the negative and positive
charging your rhythm to the beat you're hoppin with
(Chorus)
I hear the dirty deeds weeze it's hard to breathe beneath the weeds
in the breeze i grieve for the death of my beliefs please come back to me
with a fact to see instead of an infatuation with a whack disease
my rapping's practically happening so i rapidly step to thee happily
to try to battle me is more than challenging i'd call it blasphemy
so blast at me you'll never come back to be you lack to see reality
so keep on balancing those fallacies your life will never change
with your imagination gone wild who is left to blame
insane is the way we're trained on the day to day to obey
a slave to the ways in which i'm hazed by the maze of waste i'm a disgrace
so i save face to achieve first place but i've seemed to have lost my pace
so I chase the dreams that ran away from my tongue once I got a taste
out of reach but within sight so i must try to make it my plight
but the demons speak of defeat to make me feel weak so I stand my ground and fight
gotta beat them at their own game as I try to ignite my sense of spite
succumbing to their disease with ease but this is not what I want in my life
(Chorus)
but this brain feels like a shack so i'm under attack from these whack facts
that the pass the task to blast your innoncence will never last
impact hits back as the white fades to black an image no longer intact
cause they attack to feed a means to be to make you bleed like meat
bobble heads gobbling cock giving rhythm to the beat
a feat to please the social disease it's the ego of the beast
rest in peace to these without a piece of human decency
it's the whispers in the ear inaudible to hear but it mongers fear
beware of the chain of command that demands the plan to be unfair
an allegory as a story's boring to the evil so they're forming
ill thoughts that lock the box of talks and now the social climate's storming
immaturity turning the pages of eternity
burning deep within the weak as they weep cause it's hurting thee
murdering the ways we were raised now we race for a taste of praise
placed on the tip of the tongue harmless fun but there's power in what we say
(Chorus)
We learned to talk before we walked but now how can we stop
people living a pedestal cause they like it at the top
the tongue spits like fire but the brain starts to rot
cause the ash tends to last when we act like we're taught
I'm a subordinate to the mental coordinates in which i reside
not affording it the truth i'm hoarding it cause i know the eyes like
but time goes by with the sense that you were never truly alive
so i bust a cap at the cat that laughs at the rat as I drive by
trying to rewind life to before the beginning
with the quickness of one strike
but the secrets will remain to play the game upon your mind
So I took apart the pieces and learned to point the blame
and now all my trouble ceases but it seems the guilt remains
how to change these chains linked through the fence within my brain
to separate the graceful ways in which i've learned to maintain and remain sane
so don't try to stop this composite of opposites the negative and positive
charging your rhythm to the beat you're hoppin with
(Chorus)
I hear the dirty deeds weeze it's hard to breathe beneath the weeds
in the breeze i grieve for the death of my beliefs please come back to me
with a fact to see instead of an infatuation with a whack disease
my rapping's practically happening so i rapidly step to thee happily
to try to battle me is more than challenging i'd call it blasphemy
so blast at me you'll never come back to be you lack to see reality
so keep on balancing those fallacies your life will never change
with your imagination gone wild who is left to blame
insane is the way we're trained on the day to day to obey
a slave to the ways in which i'm hazed by the maze of waste i'm a disgrace
so i save face to achieve first place but i've seemed to have lost my pace
so I chase the dreams that ran away from my tongue once I got a taste
out of reach but within sight so i must try to make it my plight
but the demons speak of defeat to make me feel weak so I stand my ground and fight
gotta beat them at their own game as I try to ignite my sense of spite
succumbing to their disease with ease but this is not what I want in my life
(Chorus)
craft
your flow is great... I already like the song but know I love it.. You sound like outkast's Big Boi..