i've been mc'ing lately for a local jungle dj.. and well.. unfournately he only plays a couple of hard tracks, and feeling the duty to live up to my given title.. MC D-Pression.. plus the fact that at the time I wrote this, someone was trying to stick their nose in my shit.. here's how i flow..
Rollin' flow experimental
Prototype transcendental
Metaphysical transformation
Detrimental to the mental
Condition we switchin'
The pace, steady up..
Steady up and brace
To catch a grippa' what we rip
Collectively gaining, maintaining
But you draining (and draining and draining)
Crucial parts of the dark,
The dark the light the black
The white, slowly reducing the sight
In the scope to just a glimmer of hope
Holdin tight to a rope that's nothing more
Than a thread, bound by (bound by)
A tiny red hair, you mistake for care
You still despair, life isn't fair
Always details, of where you went wrong
But all along you play strong hiding behind..
Hiding behind you disguise of verse..
Verse..verse..versues yourself
-----breakdown-----
Only like in life, you find
Your four syllable words, broken,
Like your handwriting, like your life..
And your alterior motives.. despite
What is found true, but not to you..
True and right.. give up ya fight
Because inside you already know..
You already know you lost..
Inside you already lost long ago..
-----buildup-------
various combination of "lost long ago" and "even though"
-----track hits----
(note: FAST)
Long ago, even though
You continue to go
Down that path that
Leads you through snow
To a dead end you call
A friend, but never
Helped you win
Through thick and thin
Buck up.. buck up and grin,
Pack up, catch the wind
That your welcome's overstayed
And candle burnt's displayed
Drippin wax like facts
Automatically attacks stacks
Of letters.. waiting to be mailed
But ya mission's failed,
Train derailed, soul's impaled
Mission's failed..
Mission's failed so get it straight
Step off, don't be late
Makin' me cough up..
Making me cough up the dark styles
All the while you compile
Denial of trial, check the style,
Can't defile me, you knew
This all along, nothin left
But check the style B, so see
The scheme, the dream
Whatever ya theme, step off..
Cause ya making me cough
The dark style
d
[ 19 December 2001: Message edited by: zero9zero ]
Rollin' flow experimental
Prototype transcendental
Metaphysical transformation
Detrimental to the mental
Condition we switchin'
The pace, steady up..
Steady up and brace
To catch a grippa' what we rip
Collectively gaining, maintaining
But you draining (and draining and draining)
Crucial parts of the dark,
The dark the light the black
The white, slowly reducing the sight
In the scope to just a glimmer of hope
Holdin tight to a rope that's nothing more
Than a thread, bound by (bound by)
A tiny red hair, you mistake for care
You still despair, life isn't fair
Always details, of where you went wrong
But all along you play strong hiding behind..
Hiding behind you disguise of verse..
Verse..verse..versues yourself
-----breakdown-----
Only like in life, you find
Your four syllable words, broken,
Like your handwriting, like your life..
And your alterior motives.. despite
What is found true, but not to you..
True and right.. give up ya fight
Because inside you already know..
You already know you lost..
Inside you already lost long ago..
-----buildup-------
various combination of "lost long ago" and "even though"
-----track hits----
(note: FAST)
Long ago, even though
You continue to go
Down that path that
Leads you through snow
To a dead end you call
A friend, but never
Helped you win
Through thick and thin
Buck up.. buck up and grin,
Pack up, catch the wind
That your welcome's overstayed
And candle burnt's displayed
Drippin wax like facts
Automatically attacks stacks
Of letters.. waiting to be mailed
But ya mission's failed,
Train derailed, soul's impaled
Mission's failed..
Mission's failed so get it straight
Step off, don't be late
Makin' me cough up..
Making me cough up the dark styles
All the while you compile
Denial of trial, check the style,
Can't defile me, you knew
This all along, nothin left
But check the style B, so see
The scheme, the dream
Whatever ya theme, step off..
Cause ya making me cough
The dark style
d
[ 19 December 2001: Message edited by: zero9zero ]
