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letra de collisions - seenick

third take, let’s get it

[verse]
my rise from nothingness took me forever and a day
i’m clever and i may, never be more so than today
so let me set it straight the time is ticking getting late
i’m left to stay while yesterday is swept away how can i pay?
for a crime, that has not been committed
consider faults, and my mind is obnoxiously vivid
get a spy, in my eyes might you be lost in my vision
with all the rottenness living with prisms optical prisons
all the topics i’m spitting about are solemnly written
not a partying rhythm and no it’s not for the women
just a prodigy in college appalled at all of the darkness
installing the gall to stop it never sorry i’m different
while they spar with their liver i aim for targets and winning
still as awkward as ever but gaining confidence in him
between the dominance and calmness is a prominent schism
while nonstop opulent living has made the populace victims
he’s thinking, why run the land? it’s fine if i can’t
it’s hiking nine miles in thigh high piles of sand
so i understand, my upper hand can be squandered
by underhanded circ-mstances and we ponder
can we wander any farther from the topic?
looks around like, yo stand back, i got this
his sockets lock in on the inside of the lids
time to shine and redefine what violence is
am-ss a m-ssacre of masters in rhyming when
he aligns a pen, and writes again
so he fights to win, actin on myosin
as the rhyming begins, there’s a smile on him
‘cause he dialed it in, popping it off on the hotline, with a hotline
good luck stopping whenever it’s hip-hop’s time, it’s not dying
songs flying bonkers, look what i accomplished
got the confidence once i conquered the monsters
onward keep it moving, the boss he sees it looming
reeks of evil doom and cheap perfume and even sewage
it speaks in screeching hoots, with demons screaming “feel the music”
are you really stupid?
the streaky movements materialize to hitting the quan
rapping in nothing but triplets with its infinite sp-wn
so this is hip hop… down in history gone
i stand and face the great monolith with its blistering brawn
i stand and place my hand to the sky, fingers on my temple
eyes rolling back in spasms with lingering instrumentals
voice cracking as the words form a cataclysm the metal
leviathan topples, then i fall, softer, than a petal

- seenick

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