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letra de this is hip hop - concept of thought

[hook] x2
this is hip hop, you ain’t gotta do it in a certain way
grab a pen and pad and let your brain waves circulate
or simply nod your head ’till it hurts your brain
or simply nod your head ’till it hurts and say…

[verse 1]
i stargaze with an open mind
and stay focused on the slow process of life
whilst holding a pint
holding this mic’s my escape from this world full of jokers and lies
see holes in the sky yet i still never question it
getting p-ssed, meaning of life seems irrelevant
that’s why i’m penning this
my brain needs to make room for all these strange thoughts that i store when i take shrooms
make dreams and push my p-ssion for these paragraphs
i never knew it was there until i had a chance
suddenly a spark now, sam is addicted
spitting ’till six eyes gaze with a lit spliff
just a misfit, looking for a quick fix
lyrics over hunger and lunch, so he skips it
and dig this, he was psycho and mad
used to bite on his hands without biros and plans

[verse 2]
i can’t think, my string of thoughts tied in knots
i feel helpless and i’m sick of fighting off writer’s block
i know what i wanna say but it’s like i’m lost
every time i put my pen to the page and try writing lots
so i put my pen down
then i came to think of it
if each word has a synonym
lyrics are infinitive
so i started scribbling, nib dribbling
delivering a million images, visions are limitless
only when my figure is starting to die i’ll depart from my mic
cause i got more bars in my mind than stars in the sky
it’s hard to define when every bar that i write craves to seek a deeper meaning to the saga of life
i don’t listen to the news
i know half of it’s lies
it’s like we’re partially blind to who’s crafting our mind
parliament tries, sigh, but the answer to why they whine, argue and fight seems hard to define

[verse 3]
i was third place from an early age
i burned a grade, and turn all the hurt and hate
to words on page
what i learnt to say, my mind questioned
every other second of attention
second step friends to prevent them
selfish, never would attend my detentions
friendship, every other second i pretend, kid
ever there that i meant it
lemming in my head to correct it
at least i thought it did
now i’m sitting with a headache and the floor looks big
i’m talking sh-t, bored of this
gimme more to drink, all aboard the ship
if you want to get wavy
lately, i’ve been lacking wait so i made me
iller and sicker with vigorous images
i’m bigger and bigger and living with liquor
you’re looking at the kid in the mirror
just a waste man, you’re about as safe as my mate’s dad

- concept of thought

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