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letra de high on life (break the mold) - atoms family

[verse 1: cryptic one]
quite simply, cryptic is high on life, my atomic mic
is my sonic pipe, inebriated i walk defiant, like
attempts at introduction to death, corruption and stress
touching the chest in my function, unless
their heart isn’t gold, i envision souls
for what they’re worth which is multi-lessen dollars
even scholars, hard to hollow, follow instead of leading
does life swallow the weakling? or does death inherit the infected sealing
to do the bidding, and isn’t it fitted as a depiction of death?
is negative inherited, bad reputation fed by nation of repetitive ranklings
and little lemons, i belittle these little-fledged philosophers
that are dropping the proverbial bomb, heard of the calm
right before the storm? the angel halo turned tornado
destructive force, turntable 180 degrees, of course that means
that i am double right, trapped inside the bubble of life
utilizing my sharp wing to pop it and escape when the trouble strikes
and i’m in fright, their life chalice is spilling
cats at half-empty line and the higher beings bring the penicillin

[verse 2: advisor]
filling in the blanks with words, worth the wait and goal
with every verse i take control, one of the first to break the mold
used to regurgitate a flow from time to time
and now i find my style in other rappers’ rhymes like crime
i’m the kind of line designer to ride a stylet
climbs the skies and flies with might just like a fighter pilot
advizer’s wiling on this m-i-c
i never gave a second thought to who the h-ll i be
i’m the kid at your show freestyling while you perform
last of a dying breed, mind freed rhymes, super unicorn
i am human born, the truth and all it encompasses
the essence of turning everything into nothingness
pungent is the odor when we struck the motor sensory
touch and feel the cold of minnesota extremities
when we blow the mic, it’s like throwing a bright
red pair of socks into a load of whites, paradox prototype
squaring off versus the tried and the proud
turning the tides around and trying not to drown
further in the difficulty in writing this down
and i’m lower in the notion of finding higher ground
[verse 3: vast aire]
i’ma stay high on life until death makes me sober
and i’ll remove your second face at the end of october
y’all cats is mad at me cuz i love life
never hold haste, no time to waste
don’t cut your nose to spite your face unless you’re pinocchio
been rhyming since yesterday? i thought so!
plus my art might make you choke and gag
on these words stuck in your throat like an artichoke
i’m the cannibal that cannonballed into a boat
and landed in the mainstream and left all of em soaked
you got a corpse in the car minus a head? take me to it
cuz i clean well like cartel, you’ll never know it
you got a lotta love, true fans when they show that
hip hop’s like the sun, everything revolves around me
who’s ready to break the mold?
and tell me, when did we start only rhyming for gold?
i got a style that’ll perplex kids once it’s perfected
the compound syllable breakdown compounds the sound
it makes adversaries bow down
i’m still waiting for hip hop, that sh-t’ll never be found
you’re faker than david koresh
claiming he’s jesus in the flesh with glasses on
it shouldn’t take a rocket scientist to keep the mic warm
i’ll tell every mc, bah – let em leave, let em be a bygone

- atoms family

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