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letra de addicted to the lifestyle - solace zeta

addicted to the lifestyle

[solace zeta]

hook:
[whoa! open the chalice-chauffeur/i say as we arrive at my palace-sober/]
[i’ve been working hard my hands’re calloused-over/]
[so unlike them when i speak it doesn’t reek of the foulest-odor/]
[just grip-it & shift-it into overdrive, living life-while/addicted to the lifestyle…]

verse 1:
boarding-planes in dia/
supporting-change see-i-may/
be rewarding mileage for frequent-fliers/
the style-is suitable-while juvenile delinquents-admire/
‘cause they think-it-conspires/
around illegitimate-means/
but i’m not fulfilling-it, although i’m k!lling-it diligent when i’m chilling-it-careens/
downwards through the town-herds/
but oops! the sound-swerves/
to avoid an obstacle/
there’s no chance of defeat-rhyming, ‘cause the heat-i’m-in is devoid of popsicles/
when taking-ships to costa rica/
or making-trips to roasts-in-antigua/
know i flow like the host with the most when i creep-ta/
the microphone & recite-a-poem/
the type to wipe-your-known/
recesses. psych!-your-pr-ne/
to readdress-this as a mastermind who’s steps-is/
logically–n-lyzed/
likened to the prominence of common-sense, thinking of rap-authors drinking tap-water that chemically & biologically-sanitized/
in third world-nations/
just laying back slack with toes curled-waiting/
for ej-cul-tion/
preceded by being weeded & having c0ke with jack for stimulation/
but perhaps that’s played out like atari/
or dentists on safari/
‘cause you all relay doubt like ‘sorry/
i don’t catch-it.’/
so you won’t fetch-it/
like a dog subjected/
to abuse, reduced to a shadow of the former-self/
it must leave you steamed-while, meanwhile i’m breaking-in-a-bad-flow for raking-in-the-mad-dough like a coroner’s-wealth/
so like confetti, to get lifted, i don’t need to get trife-while/
i’m already addicted, to the mother f-cking lifestyle…

[hook]

verse 2:
cueing-times as i’m spewing-rhymes by the gallons/
rip & grip mics like he’s got talons/
emerging from the epidermis/
try-me. so who wants to defy-me? what? you want to decry-me, for encouraging the skirmish?/
in the form-of a swarm-of bulls-running, my outta control-cunning also sends-up-dust/
that appears infinite as a prompted-system & to compet-tion when-it clears, ends-up-crushed/
likened-to-grapes in chilean-vineyards-of-maturity, it’s cleverly-beneficial/
the striking-escape from the brazen-innards-of-immaturity, i’ll never-be-superficial/
as these recycled-ident-ties with spiteful-tendencies & yet they require-perks/
like glamour, but freeze like tree’s sap to amber when i let-it-off on tracks, set-it-off like fire-works/
on the new-year-in-china, to get technical at spectacles i just desire-quirks/
as you-fear-vaginas of brazilians and sicilians/
i smile under covers removing-panties/
while my brother’s snowboarding smooth-in-the-andes/
now it’s my turn-is-right!/
i burned-as-bright/
as phosphorous from my esophagus to be prosperous/
& look, now i’m deploying-a-nice-rhyme to have all those “d-mn-yous”-pardoned/
i was sober-cooking before enjoying-rice-wine overlooking a bamboo-garden/
see most rappers are the same-as-copies/
& on the mic-be unlike-me, you really can’t see ‘em at games-of-hockey/
dumb-sses so they can shove-it, in public wear sungl-sses to look like they’re shady-&-c-cky/
but everything i dream & sing is serene as the canadian-rockies/
so that while your frame’s-penetrated/
i leave your brain-stimulated/
because still at will my sk!ll & game’s-venerated/
as it’s depicted sharper than a knife’s-profile/
i’ve come to be addicted to the lifestyle…

- solace zeta

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