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letra de connector - james logan

[james logan]

god, i ain’t even taking a minute to catching my breath
i guess i’ma hit it from the beginning
if any one should
never be done, would’nt it only make sense for him to be drawn to
whatever light burns brightest
until he can become a gentleman that’s bourne
height is of which you can be tolerant?
if you’re stature’s smaller than you would have desired it
do you pack up, run, and take an early retirement?
are you blind?
you’ll never find
a kingdom of your design
a wing that’ll ever fly;
my singing, it will remind that in the event of a sentiment, hit the rewind
then listen again and again and again

snap, rattle the past and we’ll
backtrack to when i was an axe battler
it was a given i was an admissible visceral musician
until i then initiated a fission
and now, in addition i’m spittin’ a verse on the sh-t
splitting some words with a twist, it’s really a curse and a gift
isn’t it simply pathetic the kinesthetic fatigue?
you motherf-ckers create an ascetic trauma
these wack, static, and blasphemous cats are uncinematic and managed to turn an epic into a comedy
just gettin malicious is now no longer sufficient, i gotta suicide bomb the beat
i gotta startle the martyrs and kamikaze these
like a couple of rogue planes
right into the world trade
and say it was for the virgins they’d get in heaven
to take all the attention off of the demolition of building 7

i’ve tried
but i won’t follow down the barrel of the gun
of which all of you’re tryna swallow
cuz i ain’t f-ckin’ with none of it

pick a position, it either is or it isn’t;
dissonant mind retribution
or mental prison revision…
a hard lesson be found, but nevertheless prophetic
i’m jon messing around, i’m lockwood poetic
ya get it?
lock down the medics
i drop nouns on sk!ll, top down, forget it
i pick a lock and still got time to fill
but now i’m inside, ya know i’ma k!ll

i gotta stop taking rhyming serious
check that flow, though i’m mysterious
through black holes, that dude travels
that truth that’s locked inside the pyramids, i’m fine with stealing it
i’m trying to cut it with something under the budget and start buying and dealing it
they’re higher from breathing it
admiring scenery just vibing and feeling it

but who sings a love song of
true pain and struggle
with both of your bodies just piecing the puzzle?

if you drink til its all gone
and you think that you’re strong
then lets see just how loud you scream in between both these

(open mouths of these rooms are connected by a hallway dark and narrow
…that we p-ss through like)

that’s my trope, that’s that dope
that’s my last remark
i’ve been locked up
and cold trying to cast these sparks
that’s control;
thats my hope now as i depart..
..you all can’t see, y’all can’t touch, you all can’t be, that’s too much
now these chains off, i stand
with these reigns in my hand
if not with me you best be afraid, i demand it
it’s mine to claim
no more play
all, stay the f-ck out of my way
break this frame
tear down this house that you’ve built to disguise
to yourself and realize that you’ve just been outside this whole time

- james logan

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