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letra de never idle - solace zeta

never idle

[solace zeta]

verse 1:
foremost & first my birth predated-times when creative-rhymes fell-outta-fashion/
this is the reinvention of redemption, convention-al wisdom will uncover-eyes ‘cause otherwise you can smell-out-the-ash-in/
the air-when flaring nostrils were subjected which detected the hostile firestorm-erupting/
destruction & creation cloned, zones of subduction, leave the entire-form-combusting/
at the ember’s center, emerge frightening power surge of lightning my empire’s-born-adjusting/
to life & times like m-ssive climate shifts & our dire-scorn-interrupting/
so as knows usual perusal shows/
rapid, cl-ssic, climatic graphics, outcome’s magic as if attire’s-torn-disgusting/
but i saved-the-day/
beat the nemesis & finished-with a cliché sentence-that i got paid-to-say/
quick to flip your wig a big talker,-torch-your mic hero’s-dentures/
plus make the mind-freeze like chinese water-torture at sub zero-temperatures/
then swear on the air i’ll make waves like tide’ll/
cause when quoting, perfectly universally in motion like the weather i’m never idle…

hook:
[presence is felt like the tip of a pen/
above all my words stimulate & transcend/]
[hits hard within shattering/
stone hearts into shards that bleed/]
[emcees take flight right when i write like a stampede/]
[spliffs light up like fluorescents/]
[fill the night up with smoke spiraling toward the crescent/]
[symbolic of a lifestyle, waning to waxing, always changing & never idle]

verse 2:
(solace i think they need a hero…well i’m gonna zero…)
to light-year/
no slight-sneer/
quite-clear/i’m right here/
to use-abilities/
refuse-hostilities/
to mankind/
a grand-mind/
that can-rhyme/
moving like the hands-of-time/
these look-a-likes/that took-a-hike/
are the meager & shook-type/
’cause it’s either book-a-flight/
or cook-ripe/
and expedient like ingredients in a chef’s-dishes/
their best-pitches/
just sail-past-the-fence/
heard-the-crate reverberate as the nail-crashed-against/
the lid-of-the-coffin/
what it did-to-the-mocking/
stopped-when/
dropped-in/
the earth’s-dirt/
the first-jerk/
with the worst-smirk/
changes cause one aim-is to exert-hurt/
on the foulest with malice & plow-this route no doubt for vehicles-to-follow-through/
when brought the thought was born with form like icicles-through-hollow-tubes/
oh sh-t! then swear on the air i’ll make waves like tidal/
cause when quoting, perfectly universally in motion like the weather i’m never idle…

[hook]

- solace zeta

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