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letra de who i am - antix

[verse 1]
yo
what you think about the lies
that i have spitted i
know there is no music in the musings of the simple minded
and you can find me with my fingers on the pulse
f–k a pope, i speak when i convulse
epileptic rap like an attack
of the thoughts in my mind when i try to told ‘em back
and yeah you judge me, censor me then love me
but f–k that, i’d rather have kesha on a track
ghost vision, i move through the system
unheard coz you people just don’t listen
but you will now, ah yes you will
the great unwashed, now dote on my appeal
and no i’m not an arrogant man
well yes i am, its ok, be yourself
in time they’ll understand
you can the call me rushdie of rap
the hitchens of smacking you b-tches out my kitchens
the dawkins of stalking you awkward little orphans
the selfish gene keeps me talking
and i’m walking big steps like a sasquatch
there’s two types in life
the ‘aves and the ‘ave nots

[chorus]
do you really know who i am?
i ask you this, i ask you this
and do you really know who i am?
i ask you this, i ask you this
do you really know who i am?
i ask you this, i ask you this
and do you really know who i am?
i ask you this
tell ‘em bobby rich, my name is antix

[verse 2]
i fall like a black stone strewn from the night sky
you can’t explain me, so kneel at my wayside
stand like a stone wall, you bob your head to
head sprung automaton ’til you bled through
life trickles down my eyes coz i bleed sense
run the bulls, k!ll the picador, i see red
so here i am, the voice of youth
the unspoken, i sing this one for you
so wake and bake in alighierian inferno
the molten, state of your pace coz you burn slow
and me, the man on the pulpit
illuminator, get your mother–king eyes open
time ticks to the rhythm of the rich
the poor wait around and just watch the s–t cl1ck
time slows to the rhythm that i bend
the world waits around to watch antix represent

[verse 3]
it is with no regret that i look upon my life
old enough to know that i’m young enough to die
and old enough to know that my music will provoke
an army of the ignorant, one can only hope
i’m sick and tired of the ignorant admired
the foolish on the pedestal, rented out for hire
so dah dah dah dah dah dah
f–k sarah palin, and glen beck, and bill o’reilly
custom-made flows, i compose for the circ-mstance
rap circles around you, you call it the circ-m-dance
my whole world come together in formations
synchronized symphonic arrangements i’m making
fluidic flowings, i figaro these poems
they f–king fly out of my face like a boeing
so kick a-l1ck a-l1ck a lot of clever s–t
ballistics that i spit come intrinsic like my wit
i love this music, i was put here to protect it
antix, cleaning out the s–t like i’m septic

- antix

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